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A Scarab Knows Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle) x reader

Summary: Times when the scarab on your boyfriends back caught you in a lie.

Warnings: Smut, angst, insecure!reader, talks of period, 18+

Moodboard credit goes to @your-yandere-kiss They’ve got so many other great moodboards. I’d definitely recommend you check them out if you like that sort of thing.

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It took a while to get used to the scarab. Khaji Da was not what you were expecting Jaime to reveal after a couple of months of dating. Your boyfriend was so nervous as he explained the ancient alien that held the power of the blue beetle that had bonded to his back. At first you had no response. Then you wanted to see it to which Jaime happily obliged.

Your eyes found the shiny blue shell of the beetle in line with Jamie’s shoulder blades. Call it morbid curiosity that lead you to reaching out and gently tracing part of the scarab. When red eyes opened and glowed along the scarabs elytra in response you jumped back in surprise. The action causing Jaime to jump up and away from you.

He didn’t say anything, instead staring almost blankly at something behind you. An action you’d found him doing throughout your relationship. Only now did you realise it was because of Khaji Da.

Finally he spoke, “I think it likes you.”

From then on things got better with Jamie. There were no secrets between the two of you anymore and you could continue your relationship in peace. Well almost in peace. The scarab on his back was to blame for that.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Khaji Da, it’s just that it was almost like another person you had to share your boyfriend with. A person that was with him all the time. A person that he has secret talks with. A person that he fought crime with.

You weren’t jealous. Jaime was yours and Khaji Da had no interest in him like that. It was just hard getting used to being in a relationship with Jaime and now Khaji Da. After telling you about his scarab Jaime could talk to it more openly, without you thinking he was strange. Sometimes you’d be with Jaime watching a movie and he’d answer a question you hadn’t asked. Or other times you’d be looking for something you’d lost and he’d blurt out it’s location, claiming Khaji Da had told him.

Khaji Da wasn’t all bad, in fact it treated you kindly and as a valued person to Jaime. Over time it too became protective like Jaime towards you. A gesture you found sweet. Well mostly sweet.

One evening you saw the positives to the scarab on your boyfriends back.

The day you’d had was one for the history books. Anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. This morning you overslept for class meaning you had to rush out the door. In class you realised you left your paper you’d been working on at your home. After class you went to your job at a local restaurant. A job that on a good day would wear you down and drain your social skills. But on a bad day? It was unimaginable. To add to it you started your period mid shift, unprepared of course.

Finally at the end of the day you remembered the plans you had to stay over at your boyfriends apartment. Despite feeling anything but happy, you plastered a smile on your face and pushed your tears back as you greeted him. You hugged him tightly and kept up your facade. Engaging in small talk about your day and your class. Purposely leaving out or brushing over the majority of bad bits.

Jaime was buying the facade of course and you couldn’t blame him. The two of you hadn’t been dating for long and he hadn’t learnt you yet. However Khaji Da had, or to some extent it had.

A quick body scan had revealed your true feelings. Your low mood, recently working tear ducts and uterus walls cramping. All of which was relayed to Jaime whose face quickly took to looking crestfallen.

“Mi Vida, why would you lie to me?” Jaime asks softly. Pulling you from beside him on the couch to his lap.

You look at him startled. Unable to form words or even think of a coherent answer. But he waits for one. Even though it takes a few beats of silence.

“What - how do you know?” You ask him perplexed.

His tongue swipes out over his lips, “Khaji Da scans almost everyone I meet. It makes a habit of scanning you especially.”

You nod slowly, letting the new information sink in. You wonder just how much Khaji Da knows about you. You wonder how much information it passed on to Jaime each time you met. Was this the first time it caught you out in a lie, or just the first time Jaime chose to bring it up.

“I didn’t want to burden you with my bad day Jaime. You seemed so happy. I just wanted to enjoy being with you today.”

Jaime sighed and held you impossibly closer. Rubbing your back as you let out a few tears.

“Nothing you tell me would burden me. I love you so much Cielo.” Jaime whispers in your ear.

“Cielo?” You ask, unsure of the endearment.

“It means sky or heaven. That’s what you are to me. Nothing my Cielo tells me burdens me. You are my world, Mi Vida.”

Although Khaji Da’s interference worked out this time, it didn’t always. One time in particular didn’t end well with Jaime.

It was just past nine when your eyes glanced over to the clock on the bedside lamp. Jaime had been pounding into you for what felt like hours. He’d been out all evening doing something for Kord industries. The topic a sore one as you knew of the previous feelings he felt for Jenny.

You tried to put your feelings aside and remember that Jaime was with you now, not her. Your efforts hadn’t been good enough as Khaji Da and Jaime had seen right through it. Leaving him no choice but to show you just how much he loved you.

Yet the hurried passion between you hadn’t given you the stimulation you needed to reach your climax even once. There was little foreplay and things unraveled and quickly lead to him being deep inside you.

At one point you’d moved your fingers to your clit, trying to gain something to take you over the edge. Jaime, thinking you were acting up as you often did with him (in dynamic of course) removed your hand and pinned it with your other above your head. He gave you a gentle kiss and whispered some dirty words in your ear.

“Are you close?” He panted, still hammering into you. You thought about saying no, then wondered what he would think. You started to feel insecure in the fact that your orgasm was taking so long. So you decided to pretend.

It wasn’t something you’d ever had to do before but once wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You moaned out a reply and started your act. Rolling your eyes back into your skull, praising your partner for his work, clenching your walls on his cock. It wasn’t long before he followed you. Stilling inside you before reaching his own.

After pulling out slowly and kissing your temple he rolled over, having a moment before getting a wash cloth for you.

Silence hung in the air. Comfortable silence of course, but silence non the less. Jamie’s hand found yours, holding it gently as he often did.

Some time passed before his grip changed and became tighter. He turned on his side and looked at you accusingly.

“You faked it?” He asked, a little hurt but mostly angry.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your face heating up. “Jaime it’s not like that, you know I wouldn’t - ”

“But you did, or else Khaji Da wouldn’t have brought it up.”

You let out a huff, “Why does it matter. I’m sure it happens to plenty of couples all the time. I’m fine. Your fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

You move to roll over only to be pulled back by an angry Jaime. You’d never seen him this annoyed before about something you’d done. Usually you couldn’t put a foot wrong with him. He thought everything about you was great. It would be a lie to say his anger didn’t make you guilty about being dishonest.

“It matters because your my girlfriend. We aren’t just another couple. And while I’ve got working fingers, a working tongue and a working cock I have no excuse not to make you cum.” He tells you in earnest, putting his anger aside for a minute.

Although the sentiment is there, his wording isn’t. Jamie’s right, everything about him works. There’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to make you cum. It’s you that’s the problem and that same insecurity creeps back in once more. Making you doubt if there was something wrong with you. Making you remember why you lied in the first place. You didn’t want him to think less of you.

“So why Mi Vida, why lie to me? You know I love you.”

You huff again but this time it’s more pitiful as you feel your throat tightening. “It’s not you Jaime, it was me. It just wasn’t happening. I don’t know if I needed more foreplay or something. Maybe it’s just me, maybe there’s something wrong. Please let’s just go to sleep.” You practically beg. The warmth in your face ever increasing from the embarrassment you now feel.

As he understands your words he feels his anger dissipate. “There is nothing wrong with you Cielo, I should have done more before you know, going inside you. It was rushed. But you need to know that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I love making you cum.”

You smile, leaning over to kiss Jaime. Who responded eagerly almost trying to make up for lost time. Showing you that there was nothing wrong with you at all.

“Let me show you how much I love doing it Mi Vida.”

You could only nod as your boyfriend spent the rest of the night doing everything he could to make you cum.

By the time he’d done you’d finished a record number of times and had forgotten any ill will you’d felt towards Khaji Da. It turned out to be quite useful.

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Goldilocks and the Four Bears

I haven’t written for the cod fandom yet so all the 141 might be terribly out of character. In fact I haven’t written for a while. I appreciate all the people that still read my work and continue to support me. I hope you’re all doing well :)

Poly!141 x reader

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Warnings: 18+, mature themes, descriptions of torture, injuries and mistreatment, etc

Summary: After escaping from your last mission that had gone terribly wrong, your stumble through the woods leads you to a log cabin.

It was snowing. Fucking snowing.

Any belief in a deity had been long since crushed after the last few months. Well you thought it had been months. Your captors (a small but deadly terrorist group) had failed to provide you with your own calendar and clock. Much like how they had failed to provide you with new clothes to replace your own, that had been ripped and torn and become tattered to the eye.

It was stolen clothes you now wore as you made your escape. Trudging slowly through the already six inch snow, your thoughts trailed to the fresh snow adding to the existing six inches. The size 12 pair of boots were rubbing at your heels with increasing vigour. Leading you to contemplate if bruised skin could blister or not. The guard you’d killed as part of your escape had been good for one thing. Or three things actually. The ill-fitting boots, a loose pair of combat trousers and long sleeved compression shirt.

As you made your way through the terrain you felt a cold chill steadily working it’s way up your trouser leg. Slowly, spreading across the flesh, affecting any skin that wasn’t in direct contact with the trouser material. It made you wish you’d waited for a guard more similar to your stature. While the compression shirt was better than nothing, it was still thin. The flimsy seeming material now doing little to ward off the cold.

Maybe the sudden awareness of the less than ideal weather conditions wasn’t down to your stolen clothes, but the sudden loss of adrenaline. How long had you been running now? Well trudging desperately through the snow, making your way further and further into the thick forrest and fauna.

It was hard to try and map where you’d been, what direction you’d walked in and where you’d come from. It was all white. Every tree looked the same. Every incline became and decline and you’d become disoriented.

Months of abuse, of torture, ofpain. All ignored for a few short hours as you willed your aching body forward. Through trees and snow and stone. Through anything that would put you at a greater distance from them, from Miasma.

They hadn’t transported you. At least you were mostly sure. When you blacked out, you woke in the same dingy cell, on the same dingy floor. Only covered in more bruises or cuts. So you hoped you were where this all started. In Slovenia.

You’d done solo missions before. It was easier that way. One man in, one man out. No one to turn on you or leak information. With Gunner in your ear, nothing ever went wrong. Until it did.

Your objective was to gather intel. To stay under the radar before formulating the next attack. While sneaking around you’d learned just how large their operation was. In turn you’d also learned just how large their base was.

The small outpost hid underground levels. That became clear after your covert operation was blown and you were dragged down to the very heart of the multi-storey building.

Each day (if that’s what you could call them) gave you no indication of the time of day or how much time had passed. They made sure of that. In fact it was the first time in months you’d seen the light of day.

The light that you noticed was now fading apparently, as you looked desperately up into the sky. Grey clouds had rolled in, covering the majority of the sky. The sun was still peaking out from the dense overcast that was rolling further forward. Soon the sky would be covered and the snow fall would quicken.

A few miles back you were struck that no one from Miasma had followed you. You’d expected armed guards to be shooting at you and angry dogs to be tearing at your ankles. Yet you’d had no chase.

Maybe they knew you would get nowhere in the climate. That you’d be weakened by the terrain and from the violence you’d endured. They were right of course. But you didn’t let it stop you.

Even now as you’d gone further, you still felt the burning desire to survive. Granted it dwindled under the ache of your body and the never ending valley of white before you. But you wanted to live. You wanted your revenge.

The final rays of the sun had been clouded and the snow started to pick up. At least your footprints would be covered under the fresh snow. Not that it mattered if all your footprints lead to was a frozen corpse.

Flexing your fingers, you found yourself wishing for gloves. Your toes were long past numb and every injury you’d endured felt like it was waking up. Old cuts that had turned to scars felt fresh, bruises that had yellowed felt like they’d returned to their starting purple colour. Your felt heavy. You felt dense. You felt tired.

Your desire to drive on had dwindled now. The once raging fire was now only a candle. A candle that was down to its wick. The wax around it long since melted and now it was to its edge. Trying to burn the glue that chained it in place. The image made you crave warmth even more.

Was this it?

All the work you’d put in over the years. From a child you had trained for a mission you didn’t fully understand. A mission that belonged to someone else, to Gunner. He’d turned you into a soldier, his perfect soldier.

Is this how his perfect soldier died?

No it wasn’t.

So despite your blue fingers, numb toes and foggy mind, you push on. Just a little further, you tell yourself. Past these trees, past this stream, past more trees.

Your doubts evaporate when you come upon a clearing. You find a decent space boarded by snow dusted trees from all sides. They stand tall, seemingly acting as natural walls to protect those inside. The grass is covered in undisturbed snow. It’s thick and white and makes you smile.

None of it matter though because sitting in the middle of it all if your salvation.

A log cabin.

You consider the sight to be a mirage. Created from and low blood sugar, dehydration and desperation. But you trudge on, almost to a stumble speed, as you reach for the door handle.

It’s unlocked.

Despite any moral compass telling you that breaking and entering or trespassing is wrong, you ignore it. You’re hurt, aching and this is a last resort.

You close the thick wooden door behind you. Taking note of the copious locks it has. When you move inside the cabin you find that no one’s home. As quietly as you can on stiff legs, you sneak around the house. Trying to wake up the instincts you’d been trained on.

Enter a room, check your surroundings, check again. Don’t assume anywhere is empty. Threats could be hiding around any corner.

So for each room of the ground floor you do just that. Open door, check the rooms, move on. From your searching you’ve found a large living room, a kitchen, a dining room, a toilet some sort of office/drawing room. The decor gives you no clue as to who’s house you’ve invaded. There are no pictures of people, no personal possessions. It feels surreal. And wrong.

To start with you go back to the living room. Using the large fireplace, stockpile of logs and matches, you start a fire.

Again, better sense would tell you to avoid such an action. To avoid alerting anyone of your presence here. But you decide to put sense aside in a bid for survival. If you didn’t get warm soon you were sure you’d be frozen soon.

Next you go to the kitchen. You rifle through the cupboard in an attempt to find something edible. To your surprise you find the place to be well stocked. Even going as far as having fresh milk in the fridge. The sight confuses you. Send alarm bells ringing in your ears.

There are products in the fridge that are in date. Fresh products. Yet no one is home. It doesn’t make sense.

As you empty a can of soup into a pan you realise, it doesn’t need to. You’re happy to play stupid and see this as all some sort of blessing, some miracle.

While the soup cooks you fill a glass with clean, cold water. Relishing in the taste of something fresh. When you’ve downed the first glass you refill it again. This time with an intention to make it last longer.

After the first spoonful you find that you like vegetable soup very much. Almost burning your mouth as you devour it in a few minutes. Immediately it feels as though you’ve been recharged. The warmth from the fire has spread throughout the ground floor, your fingers have warmed around the bowl of soup and your body no longer feels related to a glacier.

The sky only darkens as you sit by the fire. Basking in the warmth and taking a moment to rest for the first time in months. You don’t imagine ever leaving your spot on the floor. But the promise of a bed upstairs has you moving your legs in that direction.

Before your ascent to the second floor, you strip your clothes and hang them on a drying rack you found to the side of the fire. Now left in the nude.

Upstairs you find multiple bedrooms. All almost identical, except for one at the end of the hall. You assume this is the Cabin’s master bedroom as it’s slightly larger than the others. Inside there’s a wardrobe full of clothes, a full length mirror, a TV, some sort of game station, and of course the larger than most bed.

In the mirror you catch sight of yourself. The cuts of course stand out first. From the slight turn you can muster in your neck, you can see large welts and thin cuts, bruises and scrapes, all littering the previously plain skin. From the front and behind, your legs look like a Jackson Pollock original piece.

Capturing various purple and blues surrounded by smaller splodges of green and brown. With the occasional black blob or two to really contrast the overall tone of the piece.

As a child you had a strange infatuation with your bruises. Likening them to a sticker or badge of achievement. They were easy to come by during training. A strange part of you liked the way they looked on your skin. They acted as a log book of the hits you’d taken, the falls you’d taken, any sort of impacts you’d had. They made you feel strong, maybe even proud too.

Staring into the mirror at your body again, it all seems worthless. You knew you were strong before. You didn’t need months as a prisoner to prove it.

You take a few steps forward to properly look at your face. Who stares back must be a stranger. You haven’t let your eyebrows be this out of shape since you were thirteen. You didn’t have that scar above under your chin before. Your eyes were always so bright and vivid. Not lifeless or hollow or so lost.

With newfound energy you take yourself to the nearest bathroom. That just so happens to be the en-suite in the bedroom. It doesn’t surprise you. Nothing about this abandoned, well stocked cabin does anymore.

Instead you shower in one of the nicest bathrooms you’ve been to in a long time.

At first the water has you freezing. Not due to the temperature but because of the fire it lights on your back. Every scrape, every cut, every burn now being cleaned. The cleanse sets your body alight. In a way you feel the heat is helping you to heal. Granted, all you have to show for it is a mixture of blood and grime, floating slowly down the drain. But it’s more than that.

It’s the last few months being scrubbed off your skin. Your wounds and ailments being shown that this is the end. They can heal in peace. You can heal in peace.

So you take your time. Using any products you can find; shampoos, conditioners, body wash, face wash. You’ve acquired a new razor, fresh from the packet. It’s amazing what a difference shaving your legs and various other places can do to your mood. You’ve always preferred removing the body hair. Afterwards the feeling of smooth legs under a thick duvet made all the work worth it.

The final step, bar drying yourself, was brushing tour yellowing and plaque ridden teeth. The minty taste in your mouth feels unfamiliar but it welcomed nonetheless. Wiping your tongue across the now almost pearly-whites you’re happy with how smooth they feel.

Now showered, shaved and dried, you make you way into the bedroom. Finding the wardrobe and drawers to be filled wit strictly masculine clothes. You pick out a pair of boxers and one of the large white t-shirts to sleep in. The shirt dwarfs you in size, looking more like a dress. Not one that you would wear outside though. Not with the black boxers showering through the material, or your hardened nipples making an appearance.

With your towel back in the bathroom and the lights off, you crawl into bed. Letting out the loudest sigh your sore throat could muster. Then quickly falling asleep on the linen.

It was snowing. In fact it was a fucking blizzard.

A barrage of white, dagger-like snowflakes pelted against the four men. The lack of light and the dense haze of the storm made it impossible to see where they were going. They were all thankful for the less than modern compass. Hidden away at the bottom of Jonny’s bag. When he acquired it was unknown. But the four were grateful nonetheless that the Scott had the dated equipment in is kit.

After their week long training they were ready to fall asleep on the nearest surface. The blizzard they now faced was an unexpected one. Nothing on Price’s radar Gad alerted them to such a storm.

They’d just finished their survival training in the mountains when the first snowflake formed. During the rest of their descent it had only worsened.

As the snow around them thickened they trudged on. Becoming more aware of the weight of their kit, ache of their muscles and chill in their bones. These men were tired, hungry and cold.

After more miles and more words of encouragement from Price, Gaz was sure they were close to the safe house now.

Laswell had been kind enough to let them use the safe house after a particularly gruelling training exercise. It would be the closest thing to a holiday the 141 would get this year. Before the worst of the storm it had the Scotsman joking that he would build a snowman outside. An idea quickly shot down by Ghost in the interest of remaining vigilant to an enemies surrounding the house.

While snowmen were out of the question, snowballs were not. Something Ghost found out, twice, in the back of the head. Turning to see an innocent looking Gaz and Soap.

“You’ll regret that when we’re back on base and you two are on shit duty” the balaclava wearing Brit grumbles.

Soap sighs dramatically, “Oh come on Lt. Dinnae be like that, it was only a joke”.

The threat prompts Kyle to add, “It was all Soaps idea, think he should get shit duties on his own.”

Soap gasps feigning offence, “You bleeding clipe, don’t come knocking on my door when you want someone to warm your bed tonight.”

The comment causes the younger man’s face to heat up and laughs to come from the others.

“That if we get there in this blizzard” the captain quips. Trying to keep morale, but refusing to ignore the sinking feeling that they’ve missed the safe house completely.

“How far now?” Gaz asks, determined not to start pestering like an insolent child. Yet equally determined to have a proper meal and get out of his cold clothes.

“Two klicks north, then we should be there.” Soap tells him, loud enough for the others to hear in the now whipping winds.

“It was two klicks north last time someone asked Soap, are you sure you’re reading that right lad?” Price finds himself asking. Despite his rank, his military expertise and all his training agains the elements, it doesn’t make him immune to the cold. Immune to looking forward to sitting by a fire with a cup of tea in his hands.

Laswell wasn’t one to be stingy with safe house stock. From previous safe houses he’d been to that she had set up, they’d been a home away from home. Proper bedrooms, running water, stocked shelves. Price found himself ready to welcome anything that had four walls, a roof and could shelter him and his men from the storm.

“Two klicks north Captain, I’m sure”. Jonny confirms.

Sure enough, through the dense curtain of blizzard, light emerges. A gentle glow against the black nights sky. The closer they get, the clearer the house becomes.

A log cabin.

A big one at that. The sight is inviting enough to bring a smile to the men’s faces.

“Laswell’s outdone herself this time, fuckin yaldy” soap practically exclaims. Pushing forward to the front of the pack, in an effort to get in first.

“Hold it Jonny,” Simons voice is quiet through the mask, but harsh enough that the others can hear.

Ghost points to the chimney, “someone’s here”.

Sure enough as the others look up, they too see the plumes of smoke, gently rising from the brick chimney.

“Another team captain?” Gaz finds himself asking, while reaching for the know hidden in his thigh holster.

Price finds himself doing the same, “No, we’re the only ones in the country.”

The tension in the air is thick, rivals the thick snow pelting down on them. The four of them stand motionless, a short distance from the front door. Covered head to toe in winter gear, a layer of the snowstorm attached to anything it can stick to.

“Right, there’s only one door. I’ll lead. We’ll secure the ground floor first. Stay silent, we do this quietly.” Price commands. The men nod, moving to grasp their various knives. Following their captain as he moves to the front of the cabin.

With an almost inaudible creek, Price turns the handle of the door. Pushing the oak forward, grateful that it seems to glide over the wooden floors. Allowing him and his men to breach the property without alerting its inhabitants.

Price enters the living room first, signalling for the others to spread out and search the rest of the floor. He does indeed find a crackling fire, yet no one man’s it. The warmth is welcomed, but for the time being he ignores any desire to sit near it and warm himself.

His attention moves to the drying rack set up beside the fire. Upon further inspection of the items he finds combat trousers, a compression t shirt and a pair of large boots, size 12 he gathers from the label on the tongue. The clothes are still damp to the touch, leading him to infer that the intruder arrived a short time ago.

The badge on the arm of the shirt catches his eye. He rips it off the Velcro and examines it up close. An unknown insignia, contractor perhaps? Some new found terrorist group? Price doesn’t know. It’s not one he’s come across before.

Simon searches the kitchen. The space is a decent size, dark too. He blends into the shadows as he checks the space for any sign of life. He finds a empty soup can on one of the worktops. Turning to the sink he notices a single glass and pan siting there.

Once finished in his search he creeps back to the living room. Finding his captain there, along with a stoic looking soap and serious looking Gaz.

Price raises his hand to Simon, showcasing the fabric insignia to him. With cold eyes Ghost runs over the stitchwork. Mind running through the possible groups it could be associated with.

“Any ideas?” Price asks in a hushed voice.

Ghosts silence is a loud enough answer for the group. No

“Whoever they are haven’t been here long. Their clothes are still damp. Large boots, size 12.” Price goes through the details he’s uncovered.

“Men’s?” Gaz asks.

“Most likely”.

“There’s a pan in the kitchen. They’ve had soup. Only one glass.” Ghost reels off.

“We don’t know who we’re dealing with, could be anyone. Stay vigilant. Be prepared for a fight. I’ll take the lead upstairs. Shout if you find anything.” Price commands.

The team follow him single file up the stairs. Weapons at the ready as the sneak up the steps. Footsteps light on the wooden floor.

Price takes the first door, Gaz the second, Ghost the third and Soap the last door at the end of the hallway.

While three of the 141 find their rooms to be empty, Soap stops in the doorway. After almost silently twisting the door handle and letting it slide open, he stands in silence. What he didn’t expect to find was a girl sleep in the master bed, a pretty girl to be exact.

The Scotsman finds himself lost for words. He expected to have to fight someone of his stature. Maybe larger. He expected to walk away with a bruise or two. He feels lost on what to do. Should he wake her? Should he leave her?

Meanwhile the others have gathered in the hallway. Sharing a concerned glance at their teammate.

“What is it soap?” Ghost asked quietly.

“It’s a lass. A bonnie lass at that.” He tells them. Wonder in his tone as he stares at the sleeping girl. Watching as her chest rises and falls at a steady rate. Completely unaware of the four men that have entered the house.

The men collectively frown, walking further to investigate themselves. Sure enough, after they pass the threshold of the master bedroom, they too stand frozen. A girl. Not a man, or group of men. A girl, sleeping in their bed, in their log cabin.

Completely unaware.

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Yandere! Edward Cullen Headcannons

Summary: What Edward Cullen would be like as a yandere

Warnings: 18+ yandere themes, manipulative behaviour, brief mention of violence

When you moved to forks you didn’t expect much. Much about the town, much about the school or much about your future classmates.

During the summer (if you can even call it that with all the rain), you unpacked and tried to acclimatise to the dreary weather of the town before the start of the next school year.

The first day of school went as well as you’d expect. Everyone was welcoming and friendly, wanting to know about the new family in town.

During the day your arrival had been compared to the last family arrival in forks. The Cullens. A family that kept to themselves despite the curious number of students around them.

Despite the very obvious beauty an allure each of the Cullens had, you weren’t interested. You just wanted to keep your head down and get through your classes.

Your lack of interest came as a welcome surprise to the majority of the Cullens. At least one person didn’t stare at them like a science project.

But the one Cullen who didn’t enjoy it, the one person who wanted your attention more than anything, Edward.

Over the summer he’d watched you move into your home. A home Esme had helped decorate. When he left to hunt he’d check on you afterwards. He’d watch you in your room as you relaxed or slept.

Your thoughts were unlike the other minds he read. They weren’t clouded with him or his family. He found yours a much needed reprieve from the minds of his classmates.

He was waiting for the day when he could finally see you, meet you. Yet all he could feel was disappointment when you wouldn’t even look him in the eyes.

You shared some of the same classes, but sat next to him in none. You walked the same hallways, but never at the same time. You parked in the same parking lot, but never in a space near his.

A few weeks in he began to lose hope. His obsession was growing while a relationship with you was not.

Finally after the weeks of waiting a group project put the two of you together. Edward couldn’t be happier but he his his feelings of course. Not wanting you to question why the sombre cullen was now alight with joy.

You had a hard time working on the project with Edward. Whenever you set aside time to work together he’d keep you talking. Distracting you from the work at hand.

Having his attention wasn’t a bad thing by any means. In fact his gaze on you sent you blushing and filled you with butterflies. It was the project being incomplete that worried you.

The next time you had a meet up planned with Edward you cancelled. Telling him something had come up. He knew for certain nothing had. In fact you just needed to get your work done before the deadline.

If only you knew that he’d completed the project already. Both your share and his own. Just so you could keep talking.

After the project he’d made excuses to talk to you. Claiming you’d left a pencil or jacket at his house. You found it strange as you were sure you’d seen such items in your hamper earlier in the day.

Any questions floated away with one of his dazzling smiles.

After enough chatting he’s finally built enough of a friendship with you to ask you out.

From there he slowly started to drop the perfect boyfriend facade. He would ask you were you were when you weren’t with him, who you were with, where you were going. It felt like he was a third parent to you. Albeit a overprotective, helicopter one.

He would text you, call you all hours of the day if you weren’t in class or asleep. Even when you were asleep he was at your house.

Whenever you started to think of his behaviour and how uncomfortable it made you, he would switch it back on. Switch on the perfect boyfriend routine. For a few weeks at least. Making you wonder if you were just imagining it.

He wouldn’t tell you about him being a vampire, not unless he had to.

If such a situation were to arise he would use it to control you. Claiming a vampire had set their sights on you and he needed to take you somewhere safe.

Why would you question him. He was your boyfriend after all. He’d never hurt you before.

If at any point you do think he’s lying he’s not above faking an attack on your family. The traumatic event sending you back into his arms. Making you dependent on him.

When he’s ready he’ll suggest turning you into a vampire. Making a show of how he loves you and how he only want to protect you.

You of course would agree, wanting to be with him for the rest of your life.

Even as a newborn he’ll keep you isolated. Suggesting that he take you somewhere for your first few months. An idea that the rest of the Cullens can’t agree with fast enough.

He teaches you to hunt and how to use your senses. All the while hiding the fact he can read your mind. So any thought of going exploring or for a run away from him is quickly squished.

You’re his and you have no way of devising an escape or realising what he’s doing while he’s got a window into your head.

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Yandere!Cullen Brothers x Human! reader

Type: Headcannon

Requested: No

Summary: The Cullen brothers being your yanderes

Warnings: Dark, yandere themes, kidnap, possessiveness, etc

In the vampire world there are blood singers - Humans that had especially alluring blood, that called to specific vampires.

In the vampire world there were also soulmates. A being destined to be yours forever. In most cases fate matched vampires to other vampires. Yet there were always exceptions to the rule.

You were that exception.

The Cullens were a close knit group.

The leader Carlisle had found and turned his soulmate years ago. Now he lived in bliss with his wife and soulmate Esme.

Alice had come searching for Rosalie when she was first turned. Having visions of a golden haired Angel. It lead her to find Carlisle and the rest of his ever growing clan. She too found her mate.

Edward, the first turned off the coven, hadn’t found his in his century of eternal life.

Later additions to the coven included Emmet and Jasper. Both mateless too.

While it wasn’t ideal to watch half of the coven happily mated, they dealt with it. If anything it made the three grow closer as brothers.

Yet when you come along they’re all shocked.

It’s practically unheard of for a vampire to have a human mate.

More than that for you to be mates to three of them.

At first they don’t behave very brotherly towards each other.

At school they act civil, but at home tensions run high.

The three of them are desperate for your attention. But they aren’t alone.

Being the new student everyone wants to talk to you. Leading you to be occupied a lot of then time.

They don’t want to crowd you or scare you. So they try to keep their distance.

While they keep their distance at school and in public, they all secretly stalk watch you from afar.

Edward was probably the first to start this. Visiting you while you slept, going through your bedroom. Examining all your trinkets and decorations.

Occasionally, he’ll take things from your room. Maybe it’s a piece of clothing, jewellery, a well loved book. He wants to feel close to you, to try and understand you.

Jasper shares a couple of his classes with you. He uses the class to watch you, not just stare but intently study. He studies how you talk, how you take notes, your posture, how you do your hair. He becomes an expert.

His gift is how he feels close to you. He uses it to feel your emotions. It gives him a deeper insight into what you truly like and dislike and how you feel on the inside.

While Emmet doesn’t have a gift, he doesn’t let it stop him. His brothers may be keeping their distance but he tends to break these rules.

Maybe one day you drop your books. He helps you pick them up then offers to carry them to class for you.

You both realise you share your next class, leading you to sit next to him. From here you get talking more. You grow close to Emmet, both as a friend and romantically.

To say Edward and Jasper are jealous is a grand understatement. While they like keeping their distance they decide it’s time to introduce themselves properly.

Edward makes his introduction in a class you share. Having practiced the previous night to not mess up, it goes well.

Jasper makes his introduction in the Libary. Striking up a conversation about the work you’re doing or the book you’re reading.

After they’ve all introduced themselves and are talking to you separately, Jasper notes to the other two that you’re feeling overwhelmed.

It’s here they decide they need to work together more. In the end you’ll be with the three of them anyway. They’ve had enough arguments and fights about it.

At first Edward was against turning you. Wanting to save your soul from eternal damnation.

Yet as time with you passes by, he realises he doesn’t want to lose you.

When they work together they decide to ask Alice and Rosalie to befriend you. Thinking that if you had different people to talk to that weren’t them, you wouldn’t be so overwhelmed.

While they are extremely possessive of you, having you become friends with Alice and Rosalie isn’t a problem. They trust them as sisters and know they have no romantic interest in you.

The friendship leads to you being invited over to the Cullen residence frequently. During your time there it makes it easier for them to interact with you and watch you.

Sometimes you don’t even notice their longing glances.

At some point they all become frustrated. They want more from you but are restricted. By school, by your friends, by your family.

So they start to plan. With the help from Alice and Rosalie over the course of your final year at school, they convince you to apply to a university in Alaska. One that they themselves will be attending.

After you graduate they’ll make their move.

While everyone just assumes you’ve gone of to university, they know different.

They take you deep into the mountains, away from everyone else. Just the three of them for you.

In a little wooden house you’ll live. Watched 24/7 by the three of them. They tell you about you being their soulmate and them being vampires. At some point they have to show you because you don’t believe them.

You’re undoubtedly scared at first. But being isolated, you develop Stockholm syndrome quickly.

When they turn you (which you don’t have much choice in) you’ll be dependent on them.

Emmet’s strength comes in handy if you think you can get the upper hand and escape.

Jasper uses his powers to influence how you feel about them.

Edward uses his powers to monitor your thoughts. Any that could be a problem are shared with the others quickly.

Life with the three of them means you have no privacy.

It means you’re theirs completely.

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Happy Birthday Klaus Mikaelson x Pinkie Pie! Reader

Type: Challenge One shot

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Summary: You celebrate Klaus’ birthday, much to his displeasure.

Warnings: Nothing really , mentions of violence

If you could do anything for anyone it would be making them feel special. In a world practically bursting with people, it’s easy for some to fall through the cracks. Into the lonely abyss of forgotten. While you enjoy time to yourself, sometimes it’s too much.

The feeling of not being connected to anyone had deeply upset you since you were young. Maybe it was friends never trying with your relationship, or busy parents or teachers never bothering to learn your name because of your quiet nature. All of it combined really brought you down.

Until it didn’t and it instead pissed you off. You channeled how you felt to become more sociable in high school, using it as your chance to start again. You spoke with everyone no matter the clique or social status. Determined that no one in your reach would feel like you.

Naturally this filtered into celebrating birthdays. Whether it was bringing in presents or cards to any and everyone you’d spoken to. People in your class, in your after school groups, on your street. By sophomore year you’d cemented your position as the peppy party planner who was always the life of the party.

You’d kept that up all the way till senior year. Happy to make others happy. You kept a list of everyone birthday. Always staying on top of them. So why did everyone expect you to exclude Klaus Mikaelson from your list?

“I just don’t get it, how do you even know his birthday?” Caroline asked, before stabbing a piece of cake on her paper plate.

You smile as you pack away some blue solo cups, “I know everyone’s birthday.”

The blonde gives you a questioning look.

You laugh, “Maybe I’ve got some Bennet blood in my veins and I’m psychic.” You muse.

Caroline rolls her eyes, “When you can light candles with your mind let me know.”

“If I could, I still wouldn’t be able to put enough candles on Klaus’ cake.” The party had been for one of the girls in your art class. She’d asked if you’d help make it a memorable birthday and you could do nothing but deliver.

“I just don’t know if it’s a good idea. There’s all that stuff that happened with him and what if he like, I dunno, kills you?”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes at your friend. “That was ages ago. Now him and Elena are practically on speaking terms. Rebekah had no problem when I brought her a cake.”

Caroline chokes on the freshly frosted piece of blue birthday cake. One you’d made especially for Emily. From the rest of the decorations and the dress code, anyone could tell that was her favourite colour.

“Rebekah Mikaelson? She’s crazy. The amount of times she’s tried to kill me, to kill Elena.” She starts to rant.

It was true the Mikaelsons had brought trouble into town with them. Klaus was desperate for Elena’s blood, ready to kill anyone who stopped him. He and his family often clashed with Caroline and her friends. Occasionally you too, yet you tried to stay out of it.

After all parties had gotten what they wanted, with much mediation on Elijah’s part and changing of the a spell on Bonnie’s, they managed to reach an agreement.

“It was all smoother over, what it not?” You ask her, still busy packing away decorations. “Aren’t you meeting Elena today?”

Caroline raises her eyebrows in shock and practically throws her cake down. She takes a napkin to wipe her face, then starts to collect her stuff.

“You are totally right. Elena wants me to help Jenna pick out an outfit for her and Ricks anniversary.” She tells you.

“Thank you so much for this. Just be safe with Klaus okay. Don’t do anything reckless.” You wave her off, finally being able to stack boxes of party supplies together.

You say your goodbyes and watch the blonde hurry off. It doesn’t take long to pack all the items away. You see Emily before you leave. She’s clearly having a good time, with more than juice in her solo cup. She slurs her goodbye and thanks you extensively, at one point wrapping her arms around you in a jumble of a hug.

For Klaus’ cake you decided to go simple. Well simple ish. It was a plain enough cake that said happy birthday in white buttercream. It was covered in a blue fondant. When you finish you realise how boring it looks. While you don’t want to push your limits with this cake, you also want to go above and beyond for Klaus.

You’d heard of his tales, of what he’d done in the past. You’d also seen him around town. Always alone. It seemed he didn’t have all that many friends, outside of his siblings. Even they didn’t act like friends.

It reminded you of how you felt all those years ago. Alone and sad. Lonely in a town so small you’d bump into teachers all the time. Sometimes in the most inconvenient locations.

So you added extra details. You fashioned a brush and paint pallet out of fondant. Arranging it carefully on top of the cake. When you were satisfied with your work you put the cake in the box and in the fridge.

You wrote out a card and packed his present in a small bag. The present in question was a pack of small canvases and brushes. You knew he liked to paint. Once you’d seen his work on the wall of the Mikaelsons house. It was a large piece, portraying a field of flowers and a serene sky filled with the colours of a sunset. It was truly marvellous.

Yet it got you thinking, what about little canvases? Little piece of work that wouldn’t be as large a project, but could require just as much detail and precision for the small space.

Eyes wide and lips pulled up to smile brightly, you walked through the door of the bar. It was a little difficult with the large cake in your hands and present and card bag dangling from your arm, but your managed. You searched for Klaus, finding the man in a booth in a the corner of the bar. He sat alone of course, nursing a glass of scotch.

He didn’t look up when you walked towards his table. The bar was fairly empty and he was clearly in his own world.

You place the cake down on the table, then pulled the bag of your arm, placing it down next to it. Then you sit opposite him in the booth, moving the items on the table aside slightly so you can see Klaus.

Klaus’ eyebrows knit together in confusion. He knew you of course. Noticed you at his family’s ball and around town. He’d heard Rebekah gushing about you to Elijah. Talking about how happy she’d been when you brought her a cake and made her feel special.

“What all this Love?” He asks. You try not to let the pet name mean anything. While Klaus is an extremely attractive person you’re here for a purpose.

“Happy birthday!” You smile wildly then pull out a party blower from your pocket, giving it a blow. Much to the other patrons (not that there are many) displeasure.

He lets a small smile grow on his face, “Sorry love, but I think birthdays stop counting after you move into a four digits age.”

You shake your head, “No way. If you’re immortal then so is your birthday buddy.”

“Buddy?” He asks incredulous.

You push the bag towards him. To which he cautiously peels back the the tissue paper and pulls out the contents.

“They’re mini canvases.” You tell him. Then explain how you’ve see his work - which you think was really beautiful - and how you though painting a smaller canvas would be a different challenge and a change for him. He nods along. Almost entranced by what you’re saying.

“That’s really thoughtful, love. Thank you. I can’t remember the last time anyone celebrated my birthday.” He told you earnestly. Genuinely so appreciative of your kind gesture.

“Well that’s a real shame Klaus.” For a moment your eyes connect and you feel rooted in place. You try not to blush so instead move on to remove the cover of his cake.

“Now don’t get too upset, but there aren’t any candles on your cake. I think it would be a little difficult to fit over 1000 candles on there.” He laughs. Eyes move to appraise the cake. They widen in surprise at the detail on the cake and the paint pallet and paintbrush you’ve created.

“This looks amazing love. Thank you.” It’s the first time you’ve seen Klaus Mikaelson smile. It’s genuine and lights his face. For a moment he doesn’t look like some scary vampire. He looks like a man enjoying his birthday.

“Happy Birthday Klaus Mikaelson. Have a great day.” You say, reaching a hand out to his own.

Time seems to slow as you stare into his eyes. Your hands entwine and your heart skips a beat. You notice how there’s some green in his dark blue eyes. For a moment they shine gold.

It’s enough to bring you out of your daze. You move to stand only for Klaus to stop you.

“Aren’t you staying for a piece?”

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Little Witch The last kingdom x reader

Chapter 7

Next chapter -> H E R E

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Type: series

Summary: Uthred forces you to bathe, which leads to a disagreement between the two of you.

Warnings: 18+ Dark themes, spanking, kissing, description of injury, light fluff.

You remove your black dress. Surprised at how dirty your skin looks beneath it. You see little of your back, but trying to take your dress of causes you pain. Stretching your arms in any way hurt. Even if you did try to bathe, you doubted your ability to properly wash your hair.

You sigh before dipping your hair in the water over the tub. When it’s wet enough you put a small amount of soap on the ends. Proceeding to dry it with a towel and redress. You wait a short while before leaving the room.

Sure your plan has worked, you walk almost confidently out to meet Uhtred.

He stands idly to the side of the room, taking off his leather chest plate and removing his multitude of weapons. He looks at you with curious eyes. Eyes that you do well to avoid.

You sit quietly on the floor furthest away from him. Playing with your now slightly cleaner fingers.

“You have bathed?” He asks. Not convinced in the slightest you had bathed.

You nod. Knowing your voice would break or waver in tone. Surely giving yourself away. Revealing your lie to the intimidating Viking before you.

He clicks his tongue, “Do not lie to me witch. You will not like the outcome.” Uhtred feels annoyance rise within him. Annoyance at your disobedience and your blatant lying.

You raise your eyes to his own. A quiet fury lies behind them, waiting for you to wake it. It pinches the skin beside his eyes. Making them crinkle up in a glare.

“I have bathed. Now I wish to sleep.” You try your best to control your tone. Hoping he’ll not question you further.

Instead he walks over. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Now directly across from where you sit on the floor. Your eyes stay trained on his leather boots. Dirt cakes them from days of travel.

“You will sleep when you have bathed, which I am sure you have not. You have one more chance to go and bathe. Or else I’ll do it myself.” His words leave no room for argument. The threat sends a shiver up your spine. A shiver you aren’t certain is discomfort.

But you won’t do it. You won’t bathe and your choice is final. You feel almost childish about your decision. Like a toddler throwing a tantrum. In other circumstances the idea of taking a bath isn’t so dire. Yet here you feel it is.

Days of travel, of being treated like a prisoners, of walking on eggshells around these Viking men. They’ve made you tired, frustrated, tense. Your back aches and it’s not something you wish to confront. You’ve decided you won’t deal with it. Even Uhtred of Bebbanburg can’t make you bathe. You are quite certain he can’t.

“I will not Uhtred. I refuse,” you tell him, eyes still on the floor. “You May go and bathe, I will sleep.”

The sigh that leaves his lips is almost a groan. He leans forward to rest his arms on his knees. Bringing his face closer to your level.

“You are my seer now, that much I’ve come to believe. If I am your master than you are to listen to me, are you not?” He questions, eyebrow raised.

“No. I do not listen to you Uhtred,” you become defensive, trying to distract him from your current predicament. “Do not pretend to care of our bond, when you’ve kept me bound for the last few days.”

It takes a minute for Uhtred to smile, a smile that does not reach his eyes. “You will bathe tonight witch. You decide if you do it yourself or not.”

His words are final.

Yet you feel differently. A streak of defiance, disobedience, of brattiness perhaps, shoots through you.

He stays in his position as he watches you get up. A second after you make a dash for the door he follows after you. Chasing behind you before wrapping his arms around you. He picks you up and puts you over his shoulder.

You thrash wildly in his hold. More so than you have before. He’s surprised you have so much fight in you. He greatly dwarfs you in size and strength. That much he’s come to appreciate.

“Stop fighting witch or I’ll punish your disobedience.” He all but snarls out to you.

His words do the opposite. Their desired affect failing as your eyes widen and continue your fighting. Your thrashing becomes more frenzied, bending and arching manically to try and loosen his grip.

He pulls you off of his shoulder, as he sits on the edge of the bed. Pulling you over his knees.

“Stop your fighting witch. Take a bath, then we can sleep.”

You breathe heavy breaths as you work up the energy to start thrashing. It’s difficult from your position. You lay over his legs, hands held by one of his own, binding them together like a cuff. One of his legs pins your own down.

Nevertheless you try to start and jerk around. A slap on your dress covered rear halts your movements for a moment. Before you start wailing and kicking, trying to get him off.

In return Uhtred lays down more slaps. He didn’t think the night would turn this way. The thought of spanking you hadn’t crossed his mind before tonight. At least it hadn’t surfaced from his subconscious mind before tonight.

With the women he’d laid with it was often simple. It was sweet, loving even. That was with Saxon women. With Dane’s it became a battle for dominance. One he enjoyed playing. Yet there was no promise of submission from either party.

Here he wanted to see if he could bring you out of yourself. To bring you to a state you could trust another. Trust him. He’d seen the way your shoulders slumped, how heavy they looked. How stress weighed on them like metal amour.

For the first time since he’d met you he saw your shoulders finally relax. Your whole body relaxed. Or maybe it was just limp. The tiredness from the past few days now bleeding out of you as you lay over his knee. Taking spank after spank. Crying loudly.

From your cries it would seem like his spanks hurt like burns, like the worse kind of pain. In actuality, a tight string inside you felt like it had broken. All your hurt and all your worries came rushing past the now open barrier for the second time today. This time you felt it empty your supply more. You felt your problems wash away and your body loosen.

You felt your mind go blank as you moved to a higher place. One where you didn’t need to worry about your parents, or Freya, or Steffen. You only needed to think about one thing. Uhtred.

You felt thankful his spanks stayed on your rear. He never hit further up. Never striking your back and the horrible welts and cuts that littered it.

His punishment didn’t feel like a punishment in comparison to what Steffen had given you. More of a light correction.

You felt your will to disobey weaken. Your fire put out and your desire to fight him off float away. More strangely you felt your bond to Uhtred strengthen in a way. You felt vulnerable.

He’d stopped his slaps a few moments ago but you reminded over his knee, crying hard. He pulled you up gently and sat you to straddle him. Embracing you loosely around your lower back.

When you had calmed considerably he spoke, “I did not wish to do that. But believe me when I say I will do it again. I know now you speak truth and you are to stay with us a long time. I need you to listen to me so that I can protect you.”

You consider his words. Protect you? You found yourself comparing him to Steffen. A man who roughly demanded your support and loyalty. Through means of violence and torture. Now Uhtred was your master. A man who has done nothing near to the damage Steffen had caused. A man who was respected by his followers.

You wondered what had made Uhtred so sure of you. You had lied today. You had left and met Freya, when he specifically asked you not to. Yet he chose now to believe you. Believe you were fated to him. Destined to be his seer. Destined to be his.

He picks you up and holds you easily around his waist, so you rest at his side on his hip. He walks slowly to the bathroom, watching you for any signs of struggle. He is slightly astonished to see you holding to him tightly, your head buried in his neck.

You enjoy the closeness. If this man was your future you would enjoy it for however long it would last. If he really did trust you, maybe you could start to trust him too.

He places you softly on the floor while he sticks his hand in the water. Finding the water to still be warm.

“Undress little witch, you still need to bathe.” His words are gentle. A great contrast to his large figure and sometimes violent nature.

You shake your head and he readies his hand to spank you again. But he finds your eyes glazed as you look away from him.

“Uhtred I can’t. It will hurt me too much.”

If the mood was different he might make some sort of joke about you befriending the dirt under your nails and how you were now saddened to see it gone. Something about the empty look in your eyes tells him your words carry more weight.

He reaches out to hold you chin up, meeting his eyes. “Whatever hurts you, I will do my best to fix.” He tells you honestly. Fate has made you his and he intends to keep you as well as he possibly can. To take care of you with all he has.

You sigh. With shaking hands you start to pull your dress up, while avoiding eye contact with him as you do. Mind going blank as you feel his hands help to pull it over your head your head.

The fabric falls in a pile out of his hands and on to the floor. His eyes widen as he stares, mouth agape, thoughts racing.

Your body is as frail as he suspected. Your ribs tight against your skin. He sees dark bruises along your body. On your legs and arms, spread in an array on your torso. Your skin is particularly sore around your wrists and ankles. The injuries looking similar to those made by shackles. He thinks about how they’d bound you with rope in these places repeatedly, and how much it must have hurt you.

He says nothing as he walks around you. Wanting to see if your back had remained untouched unlike your front.

He felt his stomach fall as he saw the cuts and bruises that lay here. Still dark in colour showing the age and force which made them. They act as a background for the lashes. Lashes made by a whip no doubt. The sight takes him back to his time as a slave, he himself being beaten with a whip. The pain was sharp, awful and searing. But any action after that would magnified it. As it caused the unsealed wounds to reopen.

His fingers brush lightly over the cuts. Some trying to heal, others still open. The skin that wasn’t cut was caked in dirt. It made sense if you’d travelled without rest to Uhtred. He doubted the man responsible for your wounds would take the time to clean you afterwards.

“I will call for a healer little witch,” he moves to stand in front of you. “First you bathe, your wounds will become infected if left in this state.”

He guides you over to the tub. Your naked form now feeling the cold of the room. You take a breath before stepping over into the tub.

The warm water does feel soothing against your legs. Any wounds below your knee are small and minor compared to your back. It relaxes your muscles and warms your bones.

You hesitate as you go to sit in the water. Feeling anxious again at the thought of the pain.

“It will be okay little witch. The pain will pass.”

Sighing, you move to sit. It reaches you immediately. Waves of pain that had the power to bring you to your knees, crashed against your being. Your face contorts and you hold you breath as not to scream. It feels as if salt has been applied to your cuts. The water rubbing it in deeper.

Slowly the pain retreats, becomes dull and calmer. It hurts, but becomes easier to bare. Although your breathes remain ragged and laboured. You move your body so you sit lower in the water. Now it comes to just below your collarbones.

“I will leave you to bathe.” His words short he tried to take his leave.

Your hand reaches out, grabbing for him. You don’t want him to leave. Maybe it’s because his company brings a kind of completeness to your life. Or you’re feeling vulnerable from sharing so much with this man.

“Please stay. I don’t want to be alone. Take your bath.” Your voice is small yet it fills the room. You feel bad that the water will soon go cold and Uhtred will be left to bathe in the cold water. Uhtred says nothing, quietly contemplating what to do.

He nods finally, starting to disrobe. He watches you for any reaction and is surprised when he sees you looking away.

You focus on the grey stone bricks on the wall. All different size, stuck together with cement. There are no windows in the room. The only light is from candles placed sporadically around the room. Most likely lit by the owner of the inn.

Tentatively, Uhtred steps into the bath. Lowering himself until he’s able to sit, his lower half submerged in the warm water.

He says nothing as he watches you. You curl away from him, arms wrapped around your chest, shoulders tense with unease. You sit huddled to the opposite side of the tub. Trying to both give him space and build back your walls.

The tub is only so big. With Uhtred stature it’s hard to angle yourself away from him. You aren’t sure exactly why you are doing it. From the interval of asking Uhtred to stay and now sitting in the bath with him, you started to feel embarrassed.

Embarrassed he had seen you so vulnerable. Embarrassed he was sat with you in the bath. Embarrassed that he’d spanked you moments ago.

“Come closer witch. I do not bite.” He tells you. Widening his legs and positioning himself against the wall of the tub.

You make no move to get closer, causing him to sigh. He feels as if your relationship has changed. Whether you feel it too, he cannot say. But he can sense your guard had lowered. He feels as though it had given the two of you have a chance to connect.

Slowly you move back towards Uhtred. Wadding through the water until you make contact with his front. He raises his arms to lean on the edges of the tub, caging you in. Yet you don’t feel trapped.

You lean back against his chest, letting out a deep breath pass your lips. With it the last of your tensions. You match your breathing to his own. Letting your chest rise with his and fall with his.

Slowly Uhtred moves his fingers. The tips lightly dance over your arms. Tracing from the tops of your shoulders to the ends of your fingers. At first it makes you shiver, ticklish even. Yet after a few stokes it becomes extremely comforting.

“Thank you,” you whisper out. “For staying with me.”

He lets out a hum almost, one of agreement. Not pausing his movements.

“I want to know more about you. To say you are my Seer I know very little.” He murmurs in your eye.

You shift slightly, trying to move to face Uhtred. You struggle to use your arms to lift your weight. After seeing you struggle Uhtred shift you himself, so that you sit across his lap, almost cradled under his neck.

“What do you want to know?”

“Hmm,” his eyes glint, a playful look in them. “You could start with your name?”

“Y/N”

“How long have you had visions of me?”

“Since I was a teenager.”

“Why have you been sent to me?”

You pause for a while. Needing to think about your answer. You look up to his eyes. You see the shades of blue that litter his eyes, all blending into one. Previously you’d thought they were light blue like the sky. Now you think they’re dark blue, more like the ocean.

“In truth I do not know Uhtred. All I know is that fate has brought me to you. I belong to you. I am your gift from fate.” You tell him in earnest. Hoping he can see the sincerity in your eyes.

It feels as though his head had gotten closer to your own. His breath fans your face. His lips draw close. You’re sure he’s about to kiss you, yet he leaves a gap between the two of you. He waits.

You can’t explain why but you close the gap. Letting your lips connect. The kiss is gentle yet full of passion. You almost feel a spark run down your body at the contact. You place a hand on Uhtred’s chest to steady yourself.

He pulls away first, eyes now full of something more than playfulness. You feel a blush on your cheeks so you look away.

“You still need to be washed Y/N.”

For the next few minutes Uhtred helps you bathe. He washes your hair for you. Taking time to scrub deep in your scalp, along the strands of your hair. He runs his fingers through it to try and detangle some of the knots that have developed there.

With a rag he washes over your arms, legs and works slowly on your torso. You blush as he wipes over your breasts and the rag dips below the water to wipe between your legs.

Finally he uses a sponge to wipe over your back. He works in slow circles as he washes away the dirt embedded in cuts and smeared over skin. Occasionally it causes you to hiss out in pain, which makes him slow down even further.

When he’s satisfied he rises from the bath. Getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He picks a towel up to wrap your body in. Again being gentle of your injuries.

You follow him back into the bedroom where you see him start to dress back in his shirt and trousers. You start at him confused.

“I will fetch a healer from the village, you can dress in one of my spare shirts.” He tells you, about to put his shoes on.

You go to retrieve your pot from Freya, handing it to him. Now it’s his turn to looks confused.

“No healer. This salve should work just as well. It’s from a friend.”

He thinks for a moment. The pot looks similar to something a healer would give you and you seem to trust it. He nods his head. Starting to disrobe again.

You reach your hand out to take the pot back from him, but he pulls his hand back and holds it above your head. With one hand on your towel and one hand attempting to stretch in the air, you try to reach it.

“I can do it Uhtred.” You tell him, still trying to get it from him.

“You will not reach your cuts. I will do it. Lay on your front on the bed.”

Your arm drops to your side. Sighing you turn to lay down on the bed. Without being able to see him, you rely on his touch.

His hands move to lower your towel. You can hear the pot of salve open. Then finally the product being rubbed across your back. Along the cuts and welts that lay there. It stings and makes you wince. However you trust Freya and you trust the fact it will help in the long run.

His touch leaves you and you get up. Ready to wrap the towel around you once more.

“Don’t do that. Wear this, it’s looser.” He warns. Passing you his undershirt to wear. True to his words it fits your loosely and doesn’t make contact with your back.

“Let us sleep.” He guides you to lay on the bed. While you do, he blows out the candles around the room. Slowly letting the light drift from the room. When the last candle is out he moves back to the bed, lying down with you.

The heat from his body radiates to you. Warming you from the otherwise cold room. He pulls various furs over the two of you. Pulling you closer to him.

“Goodnight Y/N”. He whispers into your hair.

It’s not long before you’re able to drift off to sleep. Feeling a level of serene that has since been lost to you.

#dark #angelsworks post #the last kingdom #finan the last kingdom #osferth the last kingdom #sihtric the last kingdom #uhtred of bebbanburg #Uhtred of bebbanburg x reader #the last kingdom x reader #uhtred the last kingdom

[angelsworks]

Hi, it will be chaos and havoc, but what will it be like if the entire yandere Mikaelsons are obsessed over one human!reader? Thanks a lot.

Ours Yandere!Mikaelson brothers x reader (Poly)

Type: Headcannon

Requested: yes

Summary: Having the Mikaelson brothers as your yanderes

Warnings: yandere themes, dark themes, kidnap, etc

Life with any Mikaelson man as your yandere is going to be crazy at times. But with all the Mikaelson men is positively manic.

It doesn’t matter who started obsessing over you first. The lines blur quickly and soon enough they’re all obsessed.

Any privacy you had before has been trampled. It doesn’t exist anymore.

You feel as though they work in shifts. As soon as one brother leaves, you bump into another one.

If there’s any overlap between the brothers it can get messy quick.

It does depend on which brother it is.

Klaus is possessive but also the most experimental. He likes having you on your own, that goes unsaid, but he doesn’t mind sharing you with Elijah and or Kol.

Kol is the embodiment of crazy. So while he likes have you to himself, he’ll interrupt any of his brothers to steal you attention. Klaus, Elijah or Finn. It doesn’t matter.

Elijah is the peace keeper. But he he is more reserved about sharing you with Kol. He forever feels he’s cleaning up his younger brothers messes. He doesn’t want one of those messes to be you. He’s fine sharing with Klaus, they’ve done so in the past. Finn is gentle with you so he has no problem sharing with him.

Finn is probably the most selective over who he shares you with. Klaus is out of the question. After being locked in a box for 900 years, his grudges hold strong. He also has reserves over sharing you with Elijah. He was awake for the majority of the 900 years, yet made no attempt to free him. Kol on the other hand, he’ll share with.

While he doesn’t like his brothers sadistic tendencies, he feels he can balance that with his gentle and soft nature. He has no grudges with Kol, being the youngest and most crazed he didn’t expect him to free him.

Over time his grudges with his brothers melt away. After he notices it causes strain on your relationship he makes the decision to bury the hatchet.

Of course, this is all assuming you accept them.

If you do resist it’s a different story. Before you can try to leave town you’ve been taken to their mansion. Where you’ll be watched 24/7 by four pairs of eyes.

They’re all extremely possessive over you. Yet not of each other.

One could have just fucked you on the breakfast table, then the other would put you on their lap and feed you breakfast.

They feel no shame if it involves you.

They’ll do anything to protect you.

While it can be hectic having four extremely powerful and controlling yanderes, they do balence each other out.

While Kol can be quite sadistic, Finn helps to give you the care he sometimes forgets about.

While Elijah takes away you independence and treats you like a doll, Klaus will take you out back into the real world and spoil you.

While Finn can sometimes be behind on the times, Elijah is happy to fill you in on any news or historical events.

It all works out in the end.

But then again you don’t really have a choice if it does or not.

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No where to Hyde 4 Dark!Tyler Galpin x reader

Previous part -> Here

Masterlist -> Here

Type: series

Summary: Unknowingly you complete the bond with the Hyde.

Warnings: 18+ only, mature, pure smut, fingering(fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, slight dun con, yandere themes, dark themes

You hands ghosted over Tyler’s chest. After cleaning the scratches with antiseptic wipes, you started sticking butterfly stitches along the cuts. All the while Tyler watches you, as you gingerly acted as his nurse.

Your cheeks warmed when Tyler insisted you cleaned his wounds in his room. His father wasn’t home, but if he did come back Tyler was convinced you’d get in trouble. One for breaking curfew and two for being at his house. The thought of getting in trouble with principle Weems was enough for you to agree quickly.

They warmed a second time when he removed his shirt. You sat next to him on his bed, or more over him. You sat on your knees with your thighs spread as you reached over to work on him.

For the duration of your work you kept your eyes downcast. Avoiding making eye contact with Tyler. You knew that if you did you’d start to feel hot again. The wrong sort of hot.

It was hard though as you felt his gaze on you. It felt piercing on your skin. So piercing in fact, you toyed with the idea of getting the bandages ready for yourself.

You placed the last butterfly stitch on his chest, rubbing it over with your thumb.

“I think I’m done,” you told him as you rubbed over the rest of his stitches. “How does it feel?”

He swallowed, “it feels good. I’m lucky I had you to play nurse.”

You snickered, “Well I kind of had to when you said you didn’t want to go to the hospital.”

You moved off the bed. Packing all the supplies you’d used back into the green box. Tyler stood as well. He buttoned his flannel up half way.

You closed the first aid kit, pausing. “I should probably get back to Nevermore.”

Tyler had to stop himself. He needed to be careful how he phrased his next few words. Of course he didn’t want you to go. This was a good an opportunity as ever for him to make his move. But he needed to appear flippant about the situation. He needed to bring up you staying offhandedly, not desperately.

“It’s a bit late, I’m sure you’re roommate would notice you coming back at this time.” He mentioned. Walking down the stairs with you to put the first aid kit back.

“I don’t actually have a roommate, so I’m all good there.” You didn’t want to overstay you’re welcome, yet there was something tickling underneath your skin. Something that had started since you’d been alone with the Hyde. For the time you were touching Tyler it went away, almost. It felt nice, like a the warm sun. When you stopped touching him it felt like an itch, a burn.

You got to the kitchen, handing the box to Tyler so he could reach up and put it away.

“Well my dad could be back any minute, he’d see my car was gone and wonder where I was.”

You thought it over, you didn’t want Tyler to get in trouble.

“It sounds like you want me to stay.” You teased.

Tyler’s eyes moved to yours, his tongue darting across his lips. “And if I did?”

He reached a hand around you, trapping you against the counter. You face felt hot again and you stumbled to find the right words. His face got closer to yours. You could feel his breath against your cheek.

“I don’t have anything to wear here, so I can’t stay.”

Tyler pulled back, letting out a laugh. He held back from suggesting you sleep nude. Instead he got you two a glass of water each and started going back upstairs.

“But Tyler,” you called, almost having to jog to keep up with him. “I need something to wear.”

When the two of you got back to his room he put the glasses down then moved to his dresser. He searched the drawers for a minute then pulled out a T-shirt. An old one. One he knew was too small for him. He’s been meaning to get rid of it, now he was glad he hadn’t. He was hoping it would be small on you too.

“But, what about bottoms?”

In response he pulled out a pair of his boxer shorts. Unhappy with the situation, but unable to change it, you took them off him begrudgingly.

Tyler told you were the bathroom was and you went to change. You washed your face with water and used your fingers to comb through your hair.

You changed into the clothes he had given you. Finding that the shirt hugged your figure and came to your mid thigh. So you decided against wearing the boxers and kept your panties on.

Thoughts of the Hyde were frequent in your mind before. Now they seemed never ending. The main thought that consumed you was the Hydes sense of smell. If it could find you in the middle of the woods, it could certainly find you here. Only this time it could do worse than a few scratches.

You felt incredibly guilty for Tyler’s injury. You’d reasoned with yourself that it was your fault he was hurt. The beast had followed you and in the process Tyler had been hurt.

While you didn’t want to go and be some sort of sex doll for this Hyde, your mother was right. It came down to duty at the end of the day. If the Hyde stopped hurting people that was good. If you were the one needed to be sacrificed then so be it.

You would do it, you finalised. You’d do it to save your friends, Nevermore, the town and Tyler. No one deserved to be hurt if you could put a stop to the terror.

You didn’t realise you’d started to cry. You wiped your eyes and left the bathroom. Hoping to just go to sleep.

The lighting was dim, due to the small lamp tyler had put on instead of his main light. The lighting was calming and gave you more of a chance to hide your face.

“Hey so I was thinking that for tonight we shared - oh, what’s wrong?”

He’d seen your face. A few stray tears running down it with your eyes puffy and red.

You shrugged, “it’s nothing”.

He raised and eyebrow, suggesting he didn’t believe your obvious lie.

You sighed and moved to sit on the bed. He did too. He angled himself to sit against the headboard. Finding it easier to see pull you in to him from there.

You cried into his shoulder. You cried for your lost life. Lost future romances, lost first kissed, lost first time.

Without looking at Tyler you start to explain. You told him about your blood heritage and what it means. You tell him about the book and the hidden pages. You tell him about how the Hyde is attracted to your scent and it’s your duty to stop it.

He stroked your hair, comforting you as you faced his chest. He smiled to himself at the irony of it all. Here you were crying to him, the Hyde, about having to have sex with the Hyde.

It all seemed too good to be true. In your emotional state it would be easy to persuade you into doing anything, even letting him fuck you. Making it seem like one last time before committing yourself to the Hyde for the rest of your life, would be a good idea.

“What happens if you have sex before that?”

The air changed. It dawned on you now if it didn’t before, that you were alone with Tyler, in his bed, in his shirt, and in your panties. Tyler himself was wearing a different shirt and sweatpants.

You swallowed, “I don’t think it changed things. The Hyde will still want me.”

“So it won’t matter if you do or don’t.”

You sighed listening to the beat of Tyler’s heart, “No I suppose it won’t”

His hand came down from your back to the curve of your ass, just above where the shirt had ridden. His hand stroked your cheek, hand dancing along the hem of the shirt.

“Well then it won’t matter if we-”, he didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t need to. The offer if you accepted it meant nothing. It would be one night before an eternity with someone else.

You moved to straddle his lap. Your hands on his sides, eyes looking at the faded design on his shirt.

“I’ve never,” he knew what you meant. He had, months ago. With some girl from school. It had happened once and the two never spoke of it again.

You felt hands cup the backs of your thighs, thumbs rubbing up and down your ass.

“It’s okay, just give yourself to me.”

The words seemed strange, but you did as he said. You let the tension from your shoulders dissipate as you relaxed into his touch.

His hands moved high, now under the shirt you wore. They stopped at your hips. You felt him moving you further up his lap. The gasp from your lips fell into a moan when his undeniable erection ground against your pantie covered core.

“Look at me baby”

The command brought your eyes up to his. Slowly, he made his lips met yours. Taking your breathe away in the kiss. It was passionate and slow. You’d definitely remember this as your first kiss.

Somewhere along the kisses, they become more desperate, faster and a little rougher. Your intoxicating scent was nothing compared to your taste. The Hyde he hid was pounding in his mind to get out.

You were flipped on to your back, with Tyler above you. He released you from the kiss so you could breath. But resumed as soon as he was sure you’d had the minimum amount of oxygen needed.

His hands found your hip once again. Now trailing up to your nipples. He rolled them in between his fingers causing you to let out the prettiest moan he’d ever heard.

Your borrowed T-shirt had been pushed up and was now just below your boobs. Leaving your panties on display to him. He continued toying with your nipple as one hand drifted to your panties.

You could feel his fingers running along the hem, making you whine at his teasing. He let out a breathy laugh. He couldn’t believe it. After all the planning in his head, it became obsolete. You handed yourself to him on a silver plate.

He let his index finger trail down the middle of your panties. Continuing their search for you bud. When the search was over he used his thumb to roll circles into your your clit, making you writher and try to buck your hips off the bed.

“Hey now, just relax. Stop moving”

And so you ceased to move. Making an effort to stay still, with your hips planted firmly into the mattress.

While his thumb rubbed your clit, he brought two fingers down to rub between your clothed clit. Feeling a wet patch start to form.

“Please,” you begged, unsure of what you wanted. “Please Tyler.”

“You sound so pretty begging for my touch. What do you want baby?”

You whined, not wanting to have to say anything. You wished he would pick up on your frustration and stop his teasing.

“Please Tyler, take them off.”

This time he listened. With your help he peeled your panties down from your crotch and off the ends of your toes. Before going back down he kissed you once more.

“You’re so pretty.” You cheeks warmed. Never having this sort of attention ever.

You felt his fingers trail down to your seeping hole, collecting some of the wet to spread around your lips. In the meantime he kept his thumb at your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves slow enough to make you cry.

His lips moved to kiss the inside of your thigh as his thumbs pace in your clit increased. You lost your breath, feeling light headed. Pleasure built at the back of your skull, starting to spread all over your body. Your stomach tightened with need.

You felt your orgasm approaching, but Tyler never stopped, instead he sucked hickies into existing along your inner thigh. He didn’t stop when you let out a porn worthy moan, or when your hips started bucking. He didn’t stop when you came on his bed or when your thighs started to shake.

Instead he moved his mouth over to your pussy. His tongue trailing up your slit to your clit. He used his thumb to pull back your hood, sweeping his tongue over your bundle of nerves, making you scream.

His finger found your hole as his tongue danced over your clit, licking and sucking as he went. He felt you squeeze against his finger as he pushed it in. It made his already hard cock, sore with need.

Your moaning never stopped. His touch brought stars to your vision. It made your head go light with ecstasy. You weren’t sure you’d be able to string a sentence together you were riding such a high.

Slowly he worked your hole, adding another finger to the mix. With the dual stimulation your next orgasm followed his work quickly. You tried to catch your breath as he pulled away.

He moved to kiss you again. Staring into your eyes. Unknowingly, you’d awoken something in Tyler. Something animalistic, that wasn’t going to stop now until you were his. He’s kissed you, tasted you, fingered you.

Now he planned to complete the bond.

Now he planned to fuck you.

“Tyler, that was. That was wow.” Words failed you. Still lightheaded and riding your high.

“That’s just the start.”

He pulled his T-shirt off and went to shrug off his sweatpants.

“Tyler wait, I’m not sure.”

No, you couldn’t pull out now.

“When are you going to have this chance again?”

You played with your hands. You knew he was right. You just wondered if in a haste to enjoy an experience that you were never going to enjoy again, you’d rushed into things.

“Have you liked it so far?”

Of course you had. Nothing he did compared to anything you’d done before.

You nodded.

“Just sit back and relax. You can trust me”

No you couldn’t. But he didn’t need you to know that.

Now completely naked he wrapped a hand around himself, slowly pumping his already hard and throbbing cock.

You could only stare in terror. He was well endowed, if that was the was to describe it. He was at least six inches with a couple more to spare. You were surprised at how hard he was, but undoubtedly turned on.

He moved to kneel on the bed above you. Gently he moved your legs apart and helped you to bend them at the knees. When he was satisfied he pushed two fingers in you once again. Working your hole. Curling them every other thrust to try and get your tight little pussy to relax.

With the way you were squeezing his fingers, he wasn’t sure he was going to last long.

He leaned over to kiss your forehead, whispering sweet nothings as he lined up with your entrance. Slowly pushing himself in. He captured your moan with a kiss. Now rocking in gradually, inch by inch.

Your eyes welled with tears. The pain fresh and sharp, getting duller with his every thrust.

“You okay?”

You nodded. He took it as his signal to start rocking faster. Relishing in the way your walls squeezed his cock. Each thrust he was able to put more power behind, getting faster.

Soon he was at a steadier pace. Your mouth open as moans flew out. His breathe laboured as he continued his thrusts. His thrusts started to pound as your walls relaxed further. By the way you were moaning he could tell you were close to your next orgasm. Begging him for something you didn’t know.

Your pussy fluttered around him, causing any self preservation to leave him as he let his own load coat your walls. Thrusts became sloppy, then finally stopping as he pulled out of you.

He kissed your head once more before collapsing next to you.

A sense of clarity filled his head. The Hyde no longer pounding to get out. He was the Hyde. There was no two sides of him anymore. It was just him, Tyler. No just the Hyde or just him. Now they were one.

And it was all thanks to you.

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[angelsworks]

Happy Birthday 2 Klaus Mikaelson x Pinkie Pie! Reader

Challenge Masterlist -> Here

Type: Oneshot

Summary: It’s your birthday. A day for celebrations and cake. Only it’s the people you least expect that make your day.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

You experienced a birthday most days. Being the main party planner in town it was the most common event you planned for.

You’d seen and planned for all types of birthdays. Elegant ones, unique ones, extravagant ones. All types that people thought they wanted. But not you.

Being a party planner had lead you to have a different perspective on birthdays. You felt like a butcher who had seen how the sausage was made. Birthdays were your sausage. You’d seen all that went into them. The cake, the presents, the adoring friends and family, the singing of ‘Happy Birthday’.

It all went into the list for making a successful to many people. Over the years however, you had to make your own exceptions to this so called successful list.

Despite knowing everyone in town, you were always very much taken for granted. No one ever remembered your birthday. Nevermind get your a present or card or cake.

Your own family were often too busy to celebrate your birthday with you. Your parents both having busy lives and your many relatives lived too far away to see you on the day.

So you’d grown accustomed to changing your birthday list.

The cake - you made yourself. Maybe it was down to your perfectionist ways but you knew no one could make a cake as well as you. So you made your own. Often small and simple.

Presents - If you were feeling really down you’d wrap somethings you knew would make you smile. Either new or old. Then open them and pretend they were from others.

Adoring friends and family - You’d take your celebration somewhere public but peaceful. So you felt less alone as you opened presents wrapped by you and ate a cake made by you.

Singing of happy birthday - sometimes you’d sing to yourself or just say the words or go through them silently. Without fail you’d blow a candle out each year. No matter who was around.

While feeling sorry for yourself in the park you didn’t expect anyone to bother you, especially not Klaus Mikaelson.

A man who over the course of the past couple of months you’d conversed with plenty and even spent time with him recreationally. He was a great guy aside from all the murder and sometimes misconstrued ambition.

You’d definitely pulled away on the days leading up to your birthday. You didn’t want to risk anyone making a fuss or causing your new friend to feel bad about your birthday. You just wanted to get through the day quietly. Feeling sad then moving on.

In a way it was the one day a year you ever purposely let yourself feel sad. The rest of the days you were the embodiment of sunshine. Bringing light to others.

While sitting near the lake on a worn out picnic table that was shaded and hidden away by trees, Klaus approached you. Your table was set out neatly. Cake placed in the centre, candles a top. Your presents lay unopened in a birthday bag.

“Hello, Love. Starting the birthday celebrations alone? When does everyone else get here?” He asked you, taking a seat at the other side of the picnic table.

His smile was infectious, melting your bad mood away. “How did you know about that Klaus? It’s not public knowledge.” You teased.

Klaus grinned, “Let’s just say a little birdy told me.”

You hummed, “More like multiple little birdies that have been compelled.”

He faked offence as he smiled. “Do you think so low of me?”

Your face conveyed that it wasn’t something he was above doing. Knowing he’d done much more in the past than just compel people.

“Well I’ll have you know it was Rebekah who told me. She seems to think it strange there isn’t a parade for your today, with all the birthdays you help celebrate.” He tells you, raising an eyebrow in question.

Your lips tighten slightly as you remember why the day makes you so sad. “Over many birthdays I’ve come to find this date slips people’s mind. I don’t think it’s all that important. So I celebrate quietly.”

His face contorts into one of disbelief, “So no one’s coming?” His ability to put pieces together so quickly shouldn’t shock you. He’s a highly intelligent original vampire.

You shake your head, “Now while I appreciate your company I turn my birthday into a pity party and I don’t think it’s a sight you’d like to see.”

His face remains unchanged, still displeased and in disbelief. He looks as if he’s thinking of his next words carefully.

“I’ve seen things worse than a pity party. Continue as if I wasn’t here.”

So you do. You carefully tear the paper on the first present. Not needing to look shocked when you know what it is. It’s your childhood teddy bear. One you’ve had for years and years. One that still lives on your best to this day. For the last week it had been missing of course. Instead it was incased in pretty pink paper with a sticky bow attached.

“What might this be love?” Klaus asks. Breaking the daze you’ve put yourself in looking at the present.

“This is my childhood teddy bear. I’ve had it for so long. I don’t care what you think of me but it still sits on my bed. I wrapped it earlier this week so I’d have something to open.” You explain, not making eye contact.

His face clearly shows he pity’s you. “I warned you this was a pity party Klaus. Feel free to leave anytime. I won’t be offended. You can see me tomorrow, I promise I’ll be happier then.”

He shakes his head, “I want to see what other presents you’ve got.”

You fall into a pattern of opening your pre-wrapped presents, spending time appreciating them, then explaining to Klaus why you’ve wrapped that item or in some cases bought it.

When you’ve finished you’ve unwrapped the following things; your teddy bear, a new candle with your favourite scent, your favourite movie, a bag of your favourite chocolate, your favourite movie and a gift voucher to your favourite shop.

“What do you do next?” He asked. Throughout he’s been polite enough to hide any further pity in his face. Yet you could still see it in his eyes.

“I’ve got a candles to blow out and a wish to make. Then I’ve got cake to eat and then I think thats all I’ll do.” You tell him. Packing your presents back into your bag.

He hums for the umpteenth time in your conversation. “How about we chance those plans? Just for today?” He asks.

You contemplate it. You like your routine. It’s safe, familiar. But this one day, this one chance to spend it differently. Potentially with someone who has both remembered your birthday and wants to spend it with you, voluntarily.

You smile and nod, taking the Mikaelsons hand and following him to whatever he has planned.

That’s how you find yourself on Klaus Mikaelsons bed. Your favourite candle burning, your favourite movie on his wall mounted flat screen, your favourite chocolates in the space between your bodies. You were cuddled close to Klaus. Your teddy lay on his chest, trapped by your forearm.

“Klaus”

“Yes love.”

“Thank you.”

He stays silent.

“This has got to have been the best birthday I’ve ever had. So thank you.”

He moves his arm to hold you closer. “While I’m happy to make you happy, I just don’t think this is good enough. I promise you I’ll make your next birthday spectacular.”

His promise causes you to stop for a few moments in shock. When that fades you feel your eyes wet with tears. They run down your face and on to Klaus’ t shirt.

“Oh Love. No more tears on your birthday. Not while I’m here.”

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[angelsworks]

Sick Doggy Klaus Mikaelson x Fluttershy!Reader

Type : Oneshot

Challenge Masterlist -> Here

Summary: The sick dog you take back to your home isn’t what he appears to be

Warnings: injury of animal, violence, etc

You’d been picking flowers a while away from your small cottage. You’d walked down the weathered dirt path to an open meadow full of flowers. It was there that you started to fill your basket. The sun felt good on your skin, as did the breeze in your hair. You’d worn a lightly coloured flowy dress. One that fit into your almost cottage core aesthetic.

True to your aesthetic you did live in a cottage. That cottage happened to be on the outskirts of mystic falls - home to the weird and supernatural. Despite living there your whole life, you always felt a disconnect with the people around you. You’d prefer the company of animals to that of humans. But you still wanted to stay close to home, close to your roots.

The cottage was perfect. It had taken hard work on your part but it was now your home. It was a place you could live in peace with your animals. The majority of animals in your cottage weren’t necessarily pets. They came and went as they pleased. Always knowing your home would be there if they so needed it.

The exceptions were your dog and cat. Both strays that you had taken in over your time at the cottage.

It became almost a hobby of yours. Interacting and caring for animals. It was almost as if they were drawn to you. Or maybe you were just drawn to them.

A sound in the distance made you cease your flower picking. A loud cry from beyond the tree-line. Then a sharp howl. The sounds combined made you think it was a fox of some sort with the way it screamed. Then the howl lead you to a canine.

Abandoning your flower basket you cautiously walked towards the tree-line. Looking for any movement from the animal in question. When you saw none you made you way into the maze of trunks. Each one looking similar to the last. You knew these woods though, you wouldn’t get lost.

You followed your instincts and the occasional sounds of the animal. Finally you happened upon it, a relatively large wolf, dark grey in colour, apart from the dark patches on its face. It was in pain. The cause of that pain was a steel bait trap locked tightly around one of it arms or paws or legs.

“Oh no, you poor thing.” You pushed aside any idea of fear about this creature. Knowing that wolves weren’t necessarily common to the area but were warned against frequently.

You moved closer and it growled loudly. Causing you to jolt back slightly in fright.

“No, no, listen,” you crouch down trying to appear less threatening. “I’m here to help. Please let me help you.”

Almost like it could understand it stops it’s growling. Letting out a whine as it’s head falls to the ground.

You take it as a sign to get to work. Assessing the damage done to its leg and what the best course of action would be.

You take a breath, “I’m going to pry it off, okay? After that I’ll wrap it and take you back to my cottage.”

You rip your dress, pushing aside sad thoughts of damaging one of your favourite dresses. The fabric you’ve now got would be ideal to wrap it’s wound.

Next you press your hands down on the springs of the bear trap. This wasn’t your first time dealing with one even though the area was a hunt free zone. That fact didn’t stop some people.

As the force on the springs increases the jaws start to relive the pressure. They open slightly, enough to free the wolf’s leg from it. Once it’s clear you let go and the jaws snap shut.

You move to its leg, carefully wrapping the material of your dress around it. It’s not wounded badly, but it has broken the skin and it’s bleeding. When you’re finished the wolf gets up and starts to limp away.

“Hey, you can’t leave. There are hunters here most of the time, illegally of course. You won’t last long out there.” You tell it, trying to coax it in the direction of your cottage.

It sounds like it let’s put a huff of air as it turns around and starts to limp after you.

You walk slowly back to your cottage, picking up your basket on the way. You tell the wolf all about the different flowers you’ve collected and why. You tell it about the meanings of each that you learnt from your botany book.

“It’s not just me at the cottage you know. There’s Tilda, she’s a cat. And there’s Rocco, he’s a dog. You’ll have to be careful around Rocco he thinks everyone his girlfriend.” You laugh, making the wolf behind you growl.

“Are you a girl?” It growls again.

“A boy.” It stays silent.

You smile. Maybe it’s your mind playing tricks on you, but this wolf doesn’t seem normal. It’s too smart.

You approach the cottage by sundown. The wolf behind you still follows relatively closely. When you open the door you’re met with a bounding Rocco, who’s tail almost knocks off various photos and pots around it. It takes him less than ten seconds to notice the hulking grey figure behind you. He starts to bounce on his feet as he stares through your legs.

“No Rocco, no playtime. Go find Tilda, it’s dinner time.” You tell the dog. To which he trots off into your bedroom to bother the black cat most likely lounging under your bed.

You stand to the side of the door so the wolf can make his way inside. Once he does you close and lock the door then start to make a place up on one of your couches. Pulling blankets and pillows alike to fashion a bed of some kind for your visitor.

You motion to the couch, “You can sleep on here. Not that Rocco will be happy. He’s not normally allowed on the furniture.”

The wolf limps over the the couch. Then jumps up, careful not to put weight on its injured leg.

“I need to sort their dinner out, but I’ll find you something to eat soon.” Before leaving to the kitchen you find yourself stroking the wolf’s back, much like as it were your pet.

After sorting Rocco and Tilda’s dinner you call them both. Finding it unsurprising how Rocco runs in, almost colliding with the wall. While, at a much slower pace, Tilda takes her time coming to get her dinner.

You decide on cooking a few chicken breasts for yourself and your visitor. You flavour your own while you leave his plain. Not sure how Wolves feel about spices on their chicken.

After making some pieces to go with your dinner you begin to plate everything up. Once that’s done you put your own plate in the now turned off oven to stay warm, while you feed the wolf his own.

He sniffs the chicken cautiously and stares at you.

“It’s chicken. Rocco eats this all the time. Trust me.” After a brief stare down he takes a gentle bite from your fingers.

It’s the understanding in the wolf’s eyes that once again make you think of how smart it is. Completely illogical but it seems almost human.

When you’ve finished feeding him you go to feed yourself then wash up from dinner and clean your hands. After that you retrieve a bowl from your cabinets to act as a make shift water bowl for the wolf.

“This is for you, I’ll leave it just in the floor.” You tell him after crouching down near him.

“Now let me check your leg.” Carefully you start to unwrap the makeshift bandage, revealing the cuts underneath. You hiss as if his pain if your own.

“Let’s wrap this properly, little guy.” To that the wolf growls. He is in no was little but you can’t help treating him as such.

With his leg properly wrapped and wound cleaned you pull the blanket down over him and wish him a goodnight. When you turn out the light and return to your room to sleep you aren’t sure what will happen with the wolf. Maybe you need to contact the local ranger about him. Yet you don’t want him to be hurt further or killed.

It doesn’t seem to be a problem in the morning. When you go to greet your visitor, he’s gone. Blanket somehow folded neatly and door unlocked. Both strike you as strange but you shrug them off.

You don’t forget about the wolf and the wolf doesn’t forget about you. You don’t realise what an impact you’ve had on Klaus Mikaelson, but you’re about to find out.

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Marauders fan cast

James Potter / Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Sirius Black / Ben Barnes

Remus Lupin / Louren Groenewald

Peter Pettigrew / Dane DeHaan

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Hi, can you please headconnons of yandere Mikaelsons (seperate) with a kind, selfless and empathetic obsession? Basically they dedicate their lives to help and protect other people, and determined to make this world a better place. Thanks a lot.

Kind Yandere! Mikaelson Brothers (separate) x selfless! Reader

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Type: Headcannon

Summary: How the Mikaelson brothers would approach a overly kind darling

Warnings: dark, yandere themes, kidnap, toxic relationship

Klaus Mikaelson

Klaus sees your kindness as something only he can have.

He sees how you treat everyone around you. Always so kind, so selfless. Ready to do anything you can for your friends and family. Even strangers you meet in your every day life.

It’s initially what draws him in to you. What garners his interest in you.

He’s met plenty of people over his long life and for you to stand out means you must be something special.

For this reason and many others he doesn’t want to let you go, ever.

He decides to start watching you. Observing how you live your day to day and how you interact with others.

From then he starts to imagine how he would fit into your life. How your daily routine could work. How you would treat him in different situations.

He’s not exactly the friendliest guy so it’s no surprise people don’t always treat him kindly.

When he finally introduces himself he’s enamoured by your kindness once more. As if he’s experiencing it for the first time. Which is absurd as he’s watched you for months now, yet experiencing it first hand is something completely different.

His opinion on your relationship turns when he gets closer to you. He sees how being so kind all the time can take a toll on you. He realises how it can leave you tired and worn out. That’s when he decides to make a change.

He convinces you as kindly as he can to move in with him. From there he takes you somewhere new, somewhere you don’t know anyone.

The house you now share together is spacious enough you don’t feel trapped yet, secluded enough it’s only Klaus you can interact with.

Over time you appreciate the fact you only have to be close and kind to one person, Klaus. It’s a lot less harder on you and your emotional state.

Elijah Mikaelson

Elijah sees you as some inhuman Angel.

Like Klaus he’s known many people throughout his life and he has easily convinced himself that you are the kindest he’s known.

It’s not long before his delusions take over and he’s picturing the two of you together. Him holding you close and you gently holding him like no woman has before.

He imagines your skin to be soft and you hair to smell so sweet.

Within a week he’s planned your lives together and thought of next steps.

Those next steps involve kidnapping you to a secure location that his copious amounts of cash can obtain.

Then dealing with your tears and misbehaviours until you inevitably fall into favour with him.

Regardless of how long this will take, Elijah is happy to wait. He has nothing but time. He knows that and exploits it.

His delusion have him believe that after you adjust to your new life you’ll soon let your gentle and kind personality shine.

Only this time it will be with him and only him.

Kol Mikaelson

This went a little dark.

Kol is confused by your kindness. He doesn’t think anyone can be kind like you. He sees the sacrifices you make for the people around you and is confused.

The only people he would ever consider doing semi-selfless acts for would be his family. Yet he watches you do those acts for complete strangers.

He wants to test it.

To see how far he can push you, push your ability to want to heal the world, until you ultimately break.

So he takes you away. Keeps you in his room. Makes sure the conditions are less than sub par.

Then he begins his tests. He treats you horribly. To the point where not even a Saint will forgive him.

Although you stay firm in your beliefs. Despite what Kol had done to you, you’re sure there’s still something worth redeeming.

You never once show him anything but kindness.

After weeks of this treatments he’s been convinced that you must be some sort of Saint or Angel to still be kind to him.

From then on it’s princess treatment.

To the point where it makes your head spin at the sudden change of treatment.

Kol has been convinced of your good ways and he now thinks you deserve to be treated as such.

Finn Mikaelson

Fresh out the coffin, Finn knows little about modern humans.

He was wandering around completely confused when you came out of nowhere and offered to help.

Helping him to download a maps app and find out where he was going.

You take time to explain things to him to the point where you have to cancel your plans for the day to keep helping him.

His feelings confuse him, so he consults his brothers. Well brother. Elijah to be exact.

His advice is to try and hire you to help Finn acclimatise to modern life.

Together they make up some cover story of why Finn knows nothing. Maybe that he’s been in a Coma and suffered partial memory loss.

He appreciates Elijah’s help. Without him he’d be sure to act rashly and most likely scare you off.

Elijah deals with the hiring process while Finn tries to restrain himself and learn to act more human.

When you do eventually agree although you find it strange, you quickly learn to love the job. You spend your days showing Finn the modern world. From your favourite Tv shows to recent pop culture events.

As months progress you grow close to Finn. All along he’s been obsessed with you. Falling deeper and deeper in love with you as you spend your days explaining the world around him.

He moves slowly with your relationship. He’s both new to love and cautious of frightening you away.

But that doesn’t mean it lessens his obsession with you in any way.

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His Frail Yandere!Victor Creed x Reader

Chapter One

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Summary: After being kidnapped by a group of mutant haters, you find yourself lost in the wilderness. What you don’t know

Hands bound, eyes blindfolded, legs weak. That’s how you woke up. You lay on metal and from the way it rattled and thundered, you deduced it was some sort of vehicle.

Voice, you heard voices. Men’s voices to be precise. Their words were muffled through the wooden wall separating the main cab from the back, where you lay helpless.

You mind drifted to how you’d got here. Tied up and bruised. Then you remembered. You had been ambushed.

The quiet town you lived in was extremely small. Everyone knew everyone. There was one bar, one school, one store. With the low number of residents there only needed to be one.

You and your mother had lived apart from the rest of the town. You lived deep in the woods where you could be free. In the natural oasis you could be yourself. Be free to express your mutation. At the very least you were a mutant.

You knew from your longer than average nails that grew thick and sharp, from your almost enhanced sense of smell and speed, from your very slight healing factor and of course your agility.

You could dart between trees, jump from trunk to trunk and outrun anyone who chased you. Your mutation was almost catlike.

For the majority of your childhood you’d been kept isolated by your mother. She feared the others in the town wouldn’t take kindly to mutants. She couldn’t have been more right.

When you were a teenager and more in control, you were allowed to go back to public school. You were treated as the outsider by your fellow classmates. They pointed out your differences and mocked you for them. Like how you weren’t the most socially developed person, having only spoken to one person for a large chunk of your life.

Regardless you’d made it through high school. Your senior class was ready to graduate in a couple of weeks. Class time became free time as students enjoyed their break from finals.

One day after class you’d been approached by some guy. He’d spoke briefly before trying to kiss you. You pushed him away. That made him angry, which in turn caused him to lunge for you. Lightening quick you were able to move away, to dodge his attacks and land a few of your own. It only took a few for the guy to become winded and hurt. Your strength clearly more than he expected. More than you expected.

What you didn’t know was that word had spread. A few of the locals got together and worked on theories. They’d seen your nails, your strength, your reflexes. They had put it together that you were a mutant.

A few nights later there was a knock at your door. You’d just been for a run in the woods. Wearing shorts and a sports bra. You were about to take a shower, but instead chose to stay in the living room. Incase the stranger at the door brought trouble.

Those same men who feared you for your mutant abilities had come to your door. They made threats to your mother through the doorway, wanting you to come out. She refused of course, blocking their way with her body.

As one tries to get past, another knocked your mother down. As she got up they knocked her down again, causing her to fall and hit her head. The sight made you scream out as you tried to get to her. Only to be restrained by two of the men. Together they outnumbered you.

Soon they realised she was dead. That’s when chaos ensued. Some of the men realised what would happen if anyone found out. Others thought they should torch the place. But the leader, who you found out was John, had a different plan.

“Let them come, let them investigate,” his eyes drifted to you. “They’ll find the town recluse dead. It looks like an accident. She tripped, she fell, she died.”

The man holding you spoke up, “What about the girl, if she’s dead too they’ll definitely think somethings happened.”

John sighed, eyes closed in thought. Then they flicked open, a grin growing in his face. “Then we take her away. Somewhere they wouldn’t look. We kill her there.”

In the last few days you’d travelled in the back of what you assumed was their van. You had no idea where they were taking you, but it wouldn’t matter much if they were going to kill you there anyway.

In the days that past you wet your blindfold many times. Thinking of your mother and her lifeless eyes. How no one would find her for days if not weeks. How you wouldn’t be there to make sure she was taken care of. You could only hope someone from town would be kind enough to do that.

After what felt like a hours after you woke up, the van finally stopped. The doors to the cab opened and you heard footsteps. Then the back door opened and you were jerked to stand and walk out the van.

Your blindfold was removed and your roped were cut. Now you could see John in front of you. Flanked by two other men with guns in hand.

The land around you was covered In white, snow. The trees barren of any leaves. Just days ago you were home where you were sure it was the greenest summer you’d ever seen. Here there was no indication the sun reached the trees, or the ground. The snow remained despite the sun in the sky. There were no marked paths, you weren’t even sure if there was a main road. Just barren trees and rocky peaks. They too covered in snow.

“I’m going to count to thirty okay? And you’re gonna run. After thirty me and my boys are gonna hunt you down and kill you. You hear me?” John all but shouts in your face. You nod hastily. Legs feeling almost like jelly as adrenaline fills your body.

With your limbs free and eyes open you’re ready to go whenever. There’s always the chance that he’s lying to you. That as soon as you turn around he’ll shoot you in the back of your head. You can’t not try though. You want to live.

“One.”

You legs push you forward with almost inhuman speed. You dart through the trees, weaving around them to try and throw off any shooter. You push on to your right. The ground inclining as you start to run up a hill. It becomes clear after a minute of running that you are not dressed for the cold. Your spandex shorts and sports bra do nothing to keep out the cold. Your feet are bare and the snow numbs your toes.

You try to focus on putting distance between yourself and the three men hunting you down. Now as you look over your shoulder, they seem to be out of sight. That doesn’t mean you can put your guard down. So you keep pushing your body to keep working.

Despite your enhanced hearing, it’s only slightly better than average hearing. So you miss the words exchanged by your captors.

They two men look confused as John gets back inside the cab.

“Aren’t you gonna follow her John?” One asks as he gingerly follows and sits in the van.

John waves a hand, “It would be a waste of my time and a waste of my bullets. She’ll die out there in that cold. There isn’t a town in sight for her to run to. She’s stranded.”

While he was right about the cold, he was wrong about the woods being abandoned. In fact it’s only inhabitant crouched nearby, listening to their conversation. He’s picked up their scent as they drove up the road. He was hunting nearby and it had messed with his senses.

He’d smelled the three men of course. But mixed with that he’d smelt something more interesting, he’d smelt something sweet, something innocent. There were no harsh smells tarnishing this scent, except the abundance of fear that lined it.

He was sure you were a mutant. More than that he was sure you were his frail. A creature destined for him, like a soulmate. Only this was more primal. The beast in him was tied to you. Wanted to claim you and mate you and own every part of you. He wanted to make you his.

But first he wanted to take care of these three men. He’ll do so with great pleasure.

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Little Witch The last kingdom x reader

Chapter 1

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Note -> I got inspiration for this story from this post Here by @mystic-shadows42 . It was really good and I’d definitely recommend reading it.

Type: oneshot/series

Summary: After escaping a Dane who wants to be your master. You go to find Uhtred, your true master. Only he doesn’t seem accepting of you.

Warnings: 18+ mentions of suicide, abuse, rape. Mature themes.

For both selfish and selfless reasons you were cautiously walking in the woods, in search of Uhtred.

For years you’d had visions of Uhtred and his friends. From your time with Astrid, a dame who also had visions, you’d learned more about yourself. She had taken you to a small covenant that housed around 20 witches. Both from Dane and Saxon backgrounds.

You were a mix of the two. Your father and mother had been Danes, but they chose to live a Saxon way. They were humble farmers. Throughout your childhood you were surrounded with fields and crops, trees and flowers, horses and donkeys. It was a life you loved.

When you were young you had no control over your visions. They would leave you in violent shudders, unable to calm yourself. Your mother and fathers past meant they had some idea of what might be happening. You were a seer. And a good seer at that.

You could see the travellers who would be passing by. Whether they brought harm or good to your family. You could see if the crops you planted would be bountiful in the later months.

While your gift was extremely helpful for your family, they new it brought you pain. Your mother decided to send a raven to a woman she once knew in her village. A Dane called Astrid.

Astrid came in the following weeks. Staying for a while to observe you. She saw your potential almost immediately. It was then she insisted on taking you with her to a special covenant. Housing seers and witches and Dane’s alike.

During your time you learnt a lot. You learnt that Seers have more control when they have a master. Without a master there is no limit to what futures they may see. One of the seers did not have a master, you witnessed her violent shudders and heard her midnight screams. Over the course of your stay you saw her body hanging from the rafters. You prayed to no god that she would find peace in death.

You realised that your parents must have been your previous masters. All your visions revolved around them and their harvest. The distance between you moved you to different visions, naturally. You were linked by blood, not by date. You saw a man, a Dane, who fought other Danes. They called him a Dane killer, a monster, a godless tyrant.

But you knew better. You saw his battles. You saw his companions he travelled with. You saw his wife and her death. You saw his time as a slave.

It was like you were there with him. He was your master.

When your bond to Uhtred was confirmed by the elders, you set off to find him. You thanked Astrid for all she’d done for you and she promised fate would bring you together at some point.

On your travels you made a stop at home. Wanting to say goodbye to your family as you travelled to find your new master. That turned out to be a mistake.

In place of your parents you found a large, bear like Viking. This man was one of the tallest you’d met, he towered over you and his breath reeked of ale. The man’s face wasn’t scared or burned or covered in warts. Yet there was an underlying ugliness his eyes couldn’t hide.

Steffen the slayer, was a Viking who had taken up residence in your village during your leave. Your parents were forced to their knees in the corner, with Steffens men holding swords to their throats.

Steffen gave you an ultimatum. Agree to be his seer or he’d kill your parents. You didn’t even try to explain that seers didn’t work that way. Instead you hastily agreed, begging him to let go of your parents.

He dragged you from your home, with little care. The dumped you on the floor, a distance from your house.

You watched in horror as his men barred the door shut and set light to the thatch roof. Your parents inside crying out.

Your heart broke and your eyes became wet. Anger filled your entire being. Before anyone could comprehend you’d focused all your hate on the man with the torch. As you felt yourself getting lighter you could see him collapse. Just before you passed out you’d heard a man shout that he was dead.

Steffen realised what a prize you were so kept you locked away at his keep. Steffen had tried many things to get you to break your bond to Uhtred. It was not something you could do on your own. Not easily. Steffen beat you in various ways, trying to get you to break. No matter how he hard you tried, Uhtred was still your master. You couldn’t see anything to do with Steffen.

After a while your body was mostly bruise and cut. What surprised you is that he didn’t seem worried. He still visited you everyday. Bringing meagre amounts of food for your ever thinning body. You didn’t realise he had another plan brewing.

Your mobility was severely lowered due to the being chained to the wall. You tried for hours on end to loosen the chains in the wall. To break them, to rust them, to melt them off. Yet they stayed attached, restraining you to the wall and to Steffen.

It was the night after Steffen had come to your cell. He’d told you that he’d found a way you’d be his seer. He would first need to make you his wife. Fucking you would break the bond between a seer and a master. You shuddered at the thought. Unsure of the truth in that.

It was then that he took out his cock and forced you to suck it. You tried to pull away, but being chained hand and foot to the wall made it harder. You cried and at times your teeth met skin. For that he slapped you and threatened to pull your teeth out one by one.

When he left, you fell into a pitiful sleep. Your vision this time was of you. Showing you exactly what you needed to do to escape.

It had been hard of course, nevertheless you’d found a way to Uhtred. The miles you walked, reminded you of how weak you truly were. Your legs were almost giving way by the time you reached Uhtred.

You hid amongst the tree line, watching. You saw that he was travelling with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth. You knew them from your visions. They sat around a small fire and made camp, while Uhtred left to go and wash.

As quietly as you could you followed Uthred. You were draped in a stolen cloak. It was black and ominous, which wasn’t the feeling you wanted to rise in him. Underneath you were dressed in a tatty grey dress. It was extremely thin, without the cloak you were sure you would have died from the cold.

You follow Uhtred to the small spring. Heat rises from the surface and it makes you want to jump in. You hadn’t bathed in weeks.

Uhtred lingered near a tree about to take his shirt off. You don’t want to watch him bath, you are sure that won’t make him think anything good of you. Not that he will already.

You’re aware of the events that transpired with Skade. A dark witch and supposed seer who cursed him. It had only been a week or so since he strangled her. The last thing he would want is yet another curse placed on him.

“Lord Uhtred? I’ve come to serve you.” You hope that was the right thing to say. In your visions you weren’t shown what he would say, only where he would be.

Uthred turns to you, dropping his hands on his shirt. His eyes look you up and down, accessing your form.

He laughs, “How do you plan on serving me, scrawny peasant girl?”

You keep your eye roll to yourself, having travelled miles to meet him you thought he’d feel some sort of gratitude. “Please Lord, I’ve travelled many miles to meet with you.”

He turns away, dismissive of you “I have no need for a new barmaid or cook.”

You sigh out loud this time, growing tired of his ignorance. You pick up his sword that leans against a nearby tree. The weight of it surprised you, it takes you your two weak arms to hold it up. The edge points to his throat. His eyes narrow, but his attention is definitely on you.

“I am a seer Uthred Ragnarsson and you are my master.”

His face contorts into one of disgust. Now looking at you like the most vile being in England. “I am no one’s master. Especially a seer’s. Go back to the hole you crawled out of.”

“For years I have seen only you Uthred. Your battles, your friends, your story. I have grown quite tired of it. So you either take me with you or I kill you and free myself of an ungrateful master.”

You ultimatum is a weak one. You can barely hold the sword without shaking it, you have no idea how you’ll find the strength to kill him. Killing a master means there is no promise of finding another one. And you don’t want to. You sought a master in Uthred yes, but also protection. Protection from Steffen and any other master who would do you harm.

Uthred laughs, he takes a step toward you “Are you threatening me witch?” The malice in his voice is undeniable. You almost recoil from the harshness of it.

You take a breath, “Yes”.

He takes another step, and you take one back. Almost tripping with the sword.

“I’m nothing like Skade Uhtred. I only want to help you.” His eyes widen slightly. Then he sighs. He wants more time to think it over.

His eyes move to behind you. In the trees he can see Sihtric sneaking toward the two of you, rope in hand. Uhtred moves his eyes back to your small shaking form. He compares the sight to rabbit trying to hold its own against wolves.

You see Uhtred’s eyes behind you. Without thinking you turn. In the same moment Sihtric moved to tackle you while Uhtred grabs his sword.

“Tie her up Sihtric, and gag her. Warn the others she’s a witch.” You groan as your side had been hit, the bruises on your skin being reignited with pain.

You don’t fight as Sihtric binds your hands in front of you and ties a cloth around your mouth. You are marched towards the trees while Uhtred removed his shirt to bathe.

You emerge from the treeline to their small makeshift camp. Being pushed by Sihtric you are forced to sit on the floor. You don’t try to move, you just want to sleep.

“It was a girl following us? Great, all that worry over nothing.” You glare at Finan. The Irishman is putting away his sword and sitting down, sighing. Most likely hoping for more action.

“This is no girl Finan, she’s a witch.” You see the others visibly recoil at Sihtric’s confession.

You sigh. You’ve made it to your master. Now you just have to convince them all you are here to help.

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[angelsworks]

Hi, hopefully you are doing well. Can I please request a headcanon of yandere Mikaelsons brothers (separate) with an understanding and sweet obsession? Where despite the reader knows who they actually are, they accept them for who they are and loves/loyal to them no matter what? Thanks a lot

Sweet Obsession Yandere! Mikaelson brothers (seperate) x Willing! Darling

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Type: Headcannon

Summary: What it’s like for each of the Mikaelson brothers to have a willing darling.

Warnings: 18+, mature themes, yandere themes, kidnap, coercive behaviours, stalking, etc

For a darling to be willing I think they’d either need to be blindly naive, have a low self esteem or just not care, or find it incredibly charming.

The blindly naive darling would see everything their yandere did for them as loving, kind and normal. They wouldn’t care that childhood friends don’t call anymore or any guy you talk to disappears.

Or they’d have low self esteem. They’d be surprised that anyone would take an interest in them. Especially when there were girls like Elena Gilbert and Bonnie Bennet in mystic falls.

The just not care darling would do exactly that, just not care. They’d be extremely nonchalant with everything their yandere did. Isolate you? Good you like being alone. Move you to their house? Great, rent was getting expensive.

The final darling would have to be a little crazy themselves. They’d twist everything their yandere did into something romantic. They’d see their lover as their Romeo or their Clyde. Ready to do anything to protect their love.

Klaus Mikaelson

Out of everyone in Mystic Falls, Klaus takes an interest in you.

It surprised you. You weren’t exactly the most stand out person in the town, nor the most pretty by your standards.

He approaches you with his charm dialled up to a million. He flashes you his smile and you feel yourself swooning.

It’s not long before you go on a date with him. It of course being one of the most romantic nights of your life.

Yet you can’t get over your insecurity. This won’t last. He won’t stay.

Once he finds everything out about you he’ll get bored and leave. His Interest will dwindle and you don’t think your heart can handle it.

So one night you invite him over. Tell him of your concerns and propose that you try to tell him everything he wants to know.

That way he can decide sooner if he wants to leave.

The logic makes sense in your own head, yet seems completely ludicrous to Klaus.

How could he not be enamoured with you.

But he plays along. Spending the night asking you as many questions as his heart desires.

He’s not used to someone being so open and honest with him. You’re putting everything on the table and he can’t help but admire you for it.

Your attempt to scare him off only draws him in.

He makes this clear to you with gifts and gestures.

He gives you a intricate promise ring, so you can see that he plans to stick around for a long time.

When he says forever, he means forever.

Slowly but surely any doubts you have about yourself and Klaus’ intentions are washed away.

It gets a to a point where nothing he can do scares you off. Killing, intimidating, hunting. Regardless of who it is, you don’t care.

You’re more than happy to talk him through any of his plans. You become his confidant, his safe haven, his other half.

Regardless of any objections you have, he makes you move in with him. Giving you your own room in his mansion but demanding requesting you sleep with him.

And you do, every night.

You lay still as he buries his nose into your neck and sometimes even his teeth.

Marking you as his for all to see.

Elijah Mikaelson

An uncaring darling wouldn’t really understand or care that what Elijah was doing was wrong.

He’d watch you for a while going about your normal routine. Completely oblivious to the original vampire stalking you.

Maybe you do see him one day, you smile and wave politely. Which makes his heart beat and head swoon.

When he approaches you he can’t control himself. He takes you immediately. To a place isolated from anyone willing to help you. His family home.

While you sleep he plans for any negative reaction you could give him. What he’d do if you rejected him, screamed, tried to fight him.

Imagine his surprise when you wake as if it’s completely normal. You walk from the room and make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Turning on the TV and quickly finding your favourite channel.

Elijah tries to explain the situation, but you show little interest. Little emotion to being kidnapped.

You hum and nod at him as he tells you he’s claimed you as his, he’s a vampire, you are to live with him now.

He even makes up some more outrageous claims to get a rise out of you. Like his plans to drink your blood, claim your body, fill your womb.

Still you don’t react, too engrossed in your show.

Finally you turn to him and ask if he has any snacks

Bewildered he complies and fetches your desired food from the kitchen.

The rest of your relationship carries on the same.

He does what he wished, you stay pliant. Why fight him, when he’s given you nothing to complain about?

Sure you have limited freedom. But the man had private jets at his disposal. One call and you could be jetting off to Paris, Milan, New York. Anywhere you want to go, Elijah has it covered.

Similarly, anything you desire, the man is waiting with his credit card. Money is no issue for him and he’s happy to spend it all on you.

Over time you do grow fond of the vampire. Enjoying his attention that is forever on you. How deep his obsession goes.

You find little to grumble about and plenty to enjoy.

Elijah is more than pleased with your response to him. Enjoying how easy it is to do things with you.

Having you willing is such a pleasure.

Kol Mikaelson

A darling just as crazy as Kol would work.

Any crazy thing Kol would do to prove his love, you’d triple.

It became sort of like a competiton between the two of you. How crazy could you get?

Arguments over nothing would lead to glasses thrown and rough fucking on the nearest surface.

Despite his yandere tendencies, you love each other like they aren’t even there.

Maybe that’s what draws him to you.

Your complete lack of sanity.

It’s perfect actually.

With you he feels truly accepted.

At first you didn’t even realise he was flirting with you. The two of you exchanged snide remarks and quips.

Only much later in your relationship did you start to exchange more loving words.

To be honest with all the insults you were sure Kol hated you.

He was always where you didn’t want him.

At your job, at your school, at your house.

His incessant attention lead to an argument between the two of you, then quite a dramatic kiss.

From then on Kol became a lot more bearable.

To the point you were able to feed into his more murderous tendencies.

Finn Mikaelson

You loved Finn, yandere traits and all.

You loved the fact that he cared about you more than anything else (well next to his family of course)

You loved the fact that you could share all your interests with him. He’d sit, listening intently, hanging off your every word.

For him he loved the fact you would explain the world he’d missed to him. Showing him culture of the last 900 years.

Together you learned about history. Exploring the world together.

From the moment Finn found you he knew he had to have you.

His own little encyclopaedia.

Together you watch all your favourite shows and films. Explaining all the behind the scenes facts you know about them.

Eventually you do probably realise how possessive Finn can be.

But you fail to care when he loves you so.

Treating you as the sun that warms the earth.

Something unrivalled by any lover that’s come before him.

Previous lovers and even friends have critiqued your ability to ramble. Often becoming disinterested in your topics of interest.

So to have this original vampire who has been alive (albeit the majority of time in a box) for 1000 years, to pay attention to you, to listen to you, to love you.

That makes any negative of loving Finn Mikaelson completely worth it.

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Hi, can you please do a general Yandere Kol Mikaelson headcanon? Thanks a lot.

Yandere!Kol Mikaelson x reader

Type: Headcannon

Requested: Yes

Summary: What Kol Mikaelson is like as a yandere

Warnings: dark, yandere themes, kidnap, etc

Kol is childish and sadistic. Sometimes he doesn’t know his own strength. Which can lead to accidents with you.

When he meets you his feelings trap him like cement.

No matter who you are, whether it’s part of the Scooby gang or someone random, he knows he has to have you.

Kol finds it hard to approach you. He doesn’t want to mess it up. It’s not often that he doesn’t jump straight into something.

All of his vampire life he’s acted first and thought second.

Impulsive is one of his most dominant qualities. So to have to fight against that for you, he sees it as a big thing. But you’re worth it.

He knows you are.

He tries being charming like his brothers. He buys you drinks, flowers, gifts.

Offers to take you to extravagant places.

Really tries to win you over the ‘normal’ way.

If it fails then he lets his more impulsive thoughts win.

Before you can comprehend what’s happened, you’ve been moved to your new permanent home.

Where you’ll have no choice but to fall for him.

Kol tries to be patient.

But if you test his patience by resisting, giving him attitude, breaking his rules or not showing respect, then he loses all resolve.

Without the influence of anyone else, he tends to get a little carried away. Sometimes he forgets how fragile you can be, how hungry you can get.

He makes sure to feed you his blood regularly.

He can’t have you dying on him.

You’re going to be with him forever

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